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@satoruinthehouse
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˖*࿐ GOJO SATORU AS A BF
⊹ warnings: fem!reader, nsfw part
• the strongest sorcerer doesn't do anything halfway so being in a relationship with gojo means both of you're in deep
• he is incredibly tactile and has zero shame, he is insufferable in public. he always drapes an arm over your shoulders, hooks a thumb in your belt loop, or rests his chin on your head to make sure everyone knows you're with him
• he loves showing you off. he intentionally strikes up conversations with strangers or acquaintances just to introduce you, he loves the look of realization on people’s faces when they see that the strongest is actually devoted to someone. he brags about your even the smallest accomplishments and skills
• he always checks if you're watching him when he does something cool, you complimenting him is his fuel
• he is big on indirect claims. he makes sure you’re wearing either his oversized hoodie or a piece of his jewelry. on dates he spends the whole time feeding you bites of whatever he's eating or fixing your hair, making sure his hands are constantly on or near you
• in crowded spaces, he subtly expands his infinity just enough so that people can't bump into you or push past you
• he takes you on spontaneous trips. since he can teleport, distance isn't a factor. you wake up thinking it's a normal tuesday and end up watching the sunset from the top of a mountain half a world away
• he loves bad horror movies and even worse romcoms. he provides a running commentary the entire time, making fun of the plot holes, but he is also the first one to get emotional if the ending is actually sweet
• you're what grounds him, for someone so powerful and isolated love isn't easy. you're the the one that reminds him that he is not alone, he doesn't have to carry everything by himself and he can just exist
• you have the softest moments ever that no one sees
• late nights are his favorite, whe’s tired his cocky mask slips and he gets real with you
• in those late nights he lies next to you, quieter than usual, traces random patterns on your skin and talks about things he never tells anyone else
• you are one of the very few people who has the chance to see him being just a human
• you rarely have to explain yourself because he just gets it
• asks you if you missed him but it means he missed you
• he sleeps better when you're with him
• his tone changes when it’s just you two, lower, calmer, more honest and it's a side of him almost no one else gets to see
• he lets himself be vulnerable and for someone like gojo that's something massive, he admits when he's tired and trusts you with the parts he hides from everyone else, being with you is like rest for him
• gojo makes your life so much easier without ever pointing it out, he moves things out of your way, fixes problems before you even notice them and handles annoying stuff so you don’t have to, he's more than happy to make things easier for you
• when his infinity is active (which it almost always is for his own mental processing) you are the only person who can touch him. he specifically arranged it to recognize your cursed energy signature, heat and touch
• and when you are truly alone—behind the locked doors of his high-end penthouse or deep in the blankets—he doesn't just whitelist you; he shuts it down, it's a sign of ultimate 'i love you' for someone like him
• he is overprotective. gojo doesn't just protect you when things go wrong, he rearranges reality so they never go wrong in the first place
• even when he is not with you, he is aware of you. he can sense your cursed energy signature from incredible distances. if your heart rate spikes or your energy wavers in a way that suggests fear, he is there in the blink of an eye
• he probably has a few low level sorcerers keeping a distant, respectful eye on you when he is on overseas missions just in case
• if something can actually manage to threaten you, he doesn't just get angry in the traditional sense. he gets quiet, his blindfold comes off and the air in the room becomes physically heavy—enough to make it hard for others to breathe.
• even if you are a sorcerer when he fights to protect you, he is surgical. he doesn't let you see the mess. he covers your eyes or tell you to 'wait in the car for five minutes' and when he comes back, the threat is simply gone
• he walks slow so you can catch up to him
• he always listens to you with his full focus even when it's not that important, he might get distracted and joke around but later he brings up something you said weeks ago and remembers the details you forgot you even told him
• even in a room full of people he stands where you can see, positions himself near you in the most natural way and he tracks where you are, you're always in his awareness zone
• sometimes he comes home and he just throws himself on you as a sign of wanting to be babied and taken care of when he needs comfort or had a rough day
• he is always aware of your surroundings, calculating potential dangers and things that could make you uncomfortable, he positions himself subtly between you and everything so nothing gets close to you
• he makes you feel safe without doing anything specific, with someone like him, safety isn’t loud but it’s constant
• using gojo as a personal atm and wallet is a hobby he actively encourages. he has an infinite supply of money and an even more infinite desire to see you happy (and to show off) so he doesn't just let you use his card, he practically forces it into your hand
• he doesn't do budgets, he doesn't look at price tags or bills and he doesn't want you to either. if you’re going out without him, he’ll slide his credit card into your pocket or bag with a wink.
"don't come back until you've spent enough to make the bank call me with a fraud alert babe."
• you could buy 5 designer bags, a high-end espresso machine, or a literal horse and he doesn't blink. he only has two questions when you get back
"did you have fun?"
"why didn't you buy it in three different colors?"
• if you take him shopping with you he buys everything your gaze lingers on more than five seconds, if you can't choose between two colors he buys both. he doesn't even look at the bill, he just hands over his black card
• sits on the most expensive chair in the store, sunglasses pushed up, acting like a judge at paris fashion week. he insists you try on things too sexy just because he wants to see you in them
• he leans into the sugardaddy jokes with zero shame because he finds it hilarious, sometimes he definitely is loud enough for the people around to hear
"another designer bag? my, my... you're going to run me dry at this rate. good thing i'm so hardworking, right?"
• he has only one rule for using the gojo wallet: for every item he buys you, he demands a payment in the form of a kiss, a hug, or you sharing your dessert with him
• it's completely no strings attached in a financial sense but all strings attached in an emotional sense. he wants to be your provider because it reinforces his role as the one person who can give you the world and he wants to provide the best of everything for his favorite person
• he does things without you having to ask like bringing coffee, making dinner, fixing the broken things in your house
• your opinion always matter the most to him
• his love for you is highly intense in every aspect possible for gojo, he lives the intensity internally but you can still see it easily in his behaviors, the way he talks to you and the way he looks at you
• he is always extra gentle with you because the thought of hurting you even the slightest by accident terrifies him
• when he is clingy he follows you around, interrupts your focus generally by leaning into your eyesight, resting his chin on your shoulder or starts talking about literally nothing
• gojo is romantic in a bold, teasing, almost dramatic way, he treats love like something fun, exciting, and a little chaotic
• his love feels like being pulled into his orbit
• says things that hit way too deep in the most casual way
"you're safe with me, obviously." he says it like it's a fact, not a promise
" you always come back to me anyway." he says in a playful, teasing tone but there's something possessive underneath it
"you're mine to worry about." he says with a grin but it lands deep
• he randomly shows up to see you even when he's busy
• he demands your attention in lowkey ways like staring at you until you stare back and calling you just to remind you that he's there
• he gets quieter when he really needs you, his clinginess isn’t always loud
• he doesn't like it when other people fix your problems, it's only and only his duty
• he takes you to places without telling you where
• sometimes he says something too real but the plays it off immediately
"i feel calmer when you're around." he pauses "which is weird... must be your cursed energy."
"if something happened to you..." he stops mid-sentence "i'd be seriously inconvenienced."
• he chooses you again and again everyday, coming back to you after exhausting days, includes you in his world and always makes time for you in a life that's already really intense
• pokes your cheek, tapsy our nose and flicks your forehead lightly when you're literally just existing
• he takes your phone and holds it above your head, drinks your drink while making eye contact and drops his head on you like you’re his pillow
• he annoys you nonstop and when you snap he goes into fake innocence mode
• he says things that hit hard pretending that he thinks you're asleep when he knows in fact you're not just so he can say things that are difficult for him to say directly
“i'm supposed to be fine on my own. i was, before you."
“you're allowed to fall apart. i'll catch you."
"you're the only thing that actually makes me worried."
"you make me feel things I don’t usually let happen.”
“i chose you. i don’t say that lightly.”
“i'm yours more than I meant to be.”
"i don't know how i'd handle it if i lost you, i can deal with anything just... not that tho."
“you make me forget that i'm supposed to be untouchable.”
“right by your side is the only place i don’t feel like i always have to be the strongest.”
• loves teasing you in front of others. nicknames at the worst times and in front of people who have never heard him talk like that, someone asks you something and before you answer he answers for you or adds a detail only he would know
• sometimes it isn’t even words, he just stares at you while someone else is talking, waits until you notice then smirks like he won something
• he teases you but the second someone else tries it his tone shifts and he subtly but sharply shuts it down, only he gets to mess with you
• he loves taking care of you, when your energy is low, his behavior shifts completely, he turns into quieter tone, softer movements and instead of all the teasing he loves to do he becomes the softest person in the world
• he gets quiet after saying something real and honest
• he is extra clingy after being apart, ife hasn’t seen you all day he pulls you in immediately, doesn’t let go for a while and stays closer than usual
• he makes your phone blow up with texts and blurry funny photos of him cause he gets bored easily and you're his favorite kind of entertainment
"you ate?"
"text me when you get there"
"wifey wyd??"
"wanna come home. missed you"
"look at the shape of this leaf, DUHH."
• he pulls you closer when you need him, stays near when you need grounding and gives you the 'i'm here' look
• kisses your lips or forehead mid-conversation without saying anything
• his favorite cuddling positions are you against his chest and his arm around you like it belongs there and messy cuddling with legs intertwined
• gojo's jealousy is a contradiction. since he is the strongest, he doesn't experience the typical insecurity of wondering if he’s enough. his jealousy stems from a deep seated sense of monopoly. he is used to the world bending to his will and he views your time and attention as his exclusive domain
• his most common reaction is the pouty phase, he physically inserts himself into the conversation, often leaning down to eye level between you and the other person and might make light of the other person’s efforts to impress you by using his quick wit to make them feel small without being openly aggressive
• when the jealousy moves past annoyed and into genuinely possessive the atmosphere changes, people who aren't even involved feel the sudden drop in temperature
• he stops talking. he just stands back, arms crossed, watching the interaction through sunglasses. even with his eyes blocked he makes the other person feel lile a predator's watching them
• he walks up and put his hand on the back of your neck or pull you flush against his side. it's a silent, heavy claim. he doesn’t need to say 'she's mine' cause his body language screams it
• if you call him out on it he playfully (altough rare sometimes truthfully) accepts it
"oh, so you think i'm being possessive? maybe i just like reminding everyone who you’re going home with. is that a crime?"
"if i'm being territorial it’s only because you’re the only thing in this world i actually feel like keeping to myself. can you really blame a guy?"
"i'm not used to sharing. especially not the things that make me feel human so yeah, i was jealous. sue me."
• if someone actually tries to cross a line or disrespects your boundaries, the playful gojo vanishes entirely, he becomes frighteningly calm. his voice drops an octave and loses all its melodic teasing. he doesn't even need to cause a scene; he just says something so cuttingly arrogant and true that the other person feels an immediate urge vanish
• arguing with gojo is an exercise in extreme patience. since he spent his entire life being untouchable both physically and socially, he doesn't handle conflict like a normal person. he doesn't fight so much as he evades which can be both infuriating and strangely endearing
• his first instinct is to keep things light. he hates heavy, negative atmospheres so if you try to start a serious conversation he tries to joke his way out of it
• when the argument gets real and he can’t joke his way out he tends to shut down, he puts up a mental barrier. he becomes physically present but emotionally distant
• if the tension gets too high, he literally vanishes for a few hours just to let the air clear. he needs space to process because he’s not used to feeling like he’s 'losing' or wrong
• despite his ego, gojo's deeply observant so he eventually realizes how angry or bothered you are. at that phase he starts actually listening to you cause he realizes that it isn't something he can win and he's hurt you
• so he listens to you while looking like he’s not paying attention but he’s actually analyzing every word. if he realizes he’s genuinely hurt you, his attitude drops instantly
• he is terrible at saying 'i'm sorry' with words so he apologizes through actions, he fixes the mistake to prove he cares
• he can’t stay mad at you for long he gets bored and lonely too easily. he comes back into the room like nothing happened, carrying your favorite drink in hand. he lingers, poking you or leaning against you until you acknowledge him
• even though he doesn't say it out loud your words have a deep effect on him, what you say to him matters more than you think, you're one of the very few people who can reassure or upset him by merely composing a few sentences
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• his approach to physical intimacy is a mix of absolute indulgence, sensory overload, and a surprising amount of vulnerability
• because of the six eyes his perception of you is incredibly detailed—he notices the way your pulse quickens in your neck, the slight flush of your skin, and the exact moment your breath hitches. It makes him an unnervingly attentive lover because he knows exactly what you’re feeling before you even say it
• gojo is naturally a top in personality—he is used to being in control. he likes to dictate the pace and enjoys the feeling of you being completely overwhelmed by him
• conversely cause he carries the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, there are rare nights where he wants the opposite. he might want you to take control, to ground him, and to be the one force he can't manipulate. letting someone else handle him is the ultimate form of trust in his perspective
• gojo is obsessed with the effect he has on you. he cares more about your pleasure but primarily because your reaction is the mirror he uses to admire himself
• to him if you aren't screaming from pleasure then he isn't being 'the strongest'. he doesn't just want you to feel good; he wants you to be incapable of functioning because of him
• it's a generous top energy. he spends hours making sure you're completely wrecked but he does it so that at the end of the night, he can look at you and think, 'yeah i did that. i'm incredible.'
• he definitely isn't above using his speed or small scale blue to reposition you or himself in a heartbeat. it makes the experience feel dizzying and unpredictable
• when gojo is between your legs, he treats it like a masterpiece in progress. he doesn't just want to make you feel good; he wants to be the best you’ve ever had
• he is aware of the the exact flow of your energy. he knows exactly where to focus before you even realize a spot feels good
• he pulls you to the very edge of the bed so your legs are draped over his shoulders, or he has you lay flat while he kneels between your thighs, spreading them wide with his large hands. he lingers there for a second. just looking, making you wait until you’re practically squirming
• since he can see the exact density of nerves and the flow of blood he find your most sensitive spots instantly
• he doesn't just go fast; he is incredibly methodical. he starts with slow, broad swirls of his tongue to get you sensitive, then narrow his focus to a single point with terrifying accuracy
• gojo's hands are never idle while he’s down there. he wraps his hands firmly around your mid thighs or the backs of your knees, pinning your legs in place so you can’t pull away when the sensation gets too much
• if you try to push his head away because it's 'too much' he just tightens his hold on your legs and look up at you with a defiant, glowing blue stare, silently telling you that he decides when he's done
• he loves it when you reach down and pull his hair. it grounds him. he tilts his head into your touch, encouraging you to use his hair as a handle while he works
• he stares directly at you the entire time. he wants to see the exact moment you lose control of your own body. to him, that loss of composure is the highest form of flattery
• he loses it when you cum on his face, he views it as the ultimate physical proof of his power over you
• when he feels you starting to go over the edge, he won't pull back. he goes harder, using his fingers and tongue in tandem to ensure you have no choice but to break
• when you get there he drinks you. and he goes for the second one before you can even catch your breath. he makes you cum on his face at least a few times before you start begging him to fuck you
"look at that... look what you did for me. you're practically overflowing, aren't you baby?"
"good girl... stay just like that. don't move a muscle, i'll make you cum on my face until all you can remember is my name."
"how many has it been? 4?i want all of it. show me exactly how much you like what i'm doing to you."
• he is a sucker for both giving and receiving praise. he wants to hear that he is the best you’ve ever had (which he already knows but wants to hear you say it when you're panting under him) and he spends the entire time telling you how beautiful, perfect, and 'his' you are
• gojo is a talker. he likes to whisper exactly what he’s doing to you, how much he’s enjoying it and how good you’re being for him. he switches between sweet, melodic praise and arrogant, possessive commentary without missing a beat
• since he is so often detached from the world via his technique, he craves friction. he wants you to be rough with him—scratch his back, pull his hair, bite his shoulder, squeeze his wrist when you need something to ground you from the immense pleasure
• one of his biggest turn ons is when you take initiative with his blindfold or glasses. if you’re the one to reach up and pull them off to look him in the eye, it signals to him that you aren't intimidated by his power
• if you him how much he’s affecting you, that he’s 'too much' or that you 'can't take it' it only makes him want to go harder. he thrives on the vocal confirmation that he is your entire world in that moment
• he spends his life making decisions for everyone else so he absolutely loves it when you catch him off guard—pushing him onto the bed, taking the lead, or surprising him with a specific request
• given his height, his insane stamina and his six eyes needing to see every single micro-expression you make, his favorite positions are all about visual access and total physical enclosure
• so one of his top 3 favorites is missionary. despite his arrogant persona, gojo is a sucker for eye contact. he wants to see the exact moment you lose focus and get lost
• he puts his large hands under your thighs or lower back to pull you even tighter against him, eliminating every millimeter of space. he wants to feel your heartbeat against his chest and the heat of your skin without any interference from infinity. he goes crazy when you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him even closer to you
• since he is looking down at you with six eyes uncovered, this position gives him the best view of your ruin. he watches the way your expression fractures when he picks up the pace. seeing your legs shake or tighten around his waist as you reach your limit is a massive ego boost for him
• if you struggle to keep your grip he leans down and whisper something arrogant. since he is looking directly into your eyes, he’s focused on your immediate, raw reactions. his voice is usually melodic but heavy with ego
"don't you dare look away from me. i want to see exactly how those eyes look when you're this close to breaking."
"does it feel like the whole world is disappearing baby? good. that's how it’s supposed to feel when i'm with you."
• he interlaces his fingers with yours, pinning your hands to the pillow while your legs are locked around him. it's a total enclosure strategy—you are physically surrounded by him in every direction, it makes you feel like you’re inside his domain expansion where everything he does is a sure hit
• even after he is finished, he stays right there, keeping you locked in that position. he wraps his long arms around you and just breathe, enjoying the quiet cause it's the ultimate 'mine' moment like he finally has you exactly where he wants you—completely intertwined with him, where his power doesn't matter and only his physical connection with you does
• second is you on his lap facing him. he sprawls while he's sitting in a large armchair or on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide to make a space specifically for you
• he hooks a finger in your belt loop or wrap a hand around your wrist to pull you toward him. there's no asking, it’s an invitation that feels like a command
• when you sit facing him, your knees are tucked outside his hips and even then, he still has to look up at you slightly or lean back to see your face. he loves this view; it’s one of the few times he feels like he’s worshipping you as much as he’s dominating the space
• his hands are never still. they are either firmly on your waist or one hand is buried in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat so he can kiss your neck
• since your faces are so close, his voice drops into that low, vibrating register that feels like it’s echoing in your chest
"you look so good sitting here baby. like you were made just to fit in my lap."
"wrap your arms around my neck. tighter. i want to feel every bit of you. there we go... that's my girl."
"you have no idea what you do to me. every inch of you... i could spend a hundred years exploring this and i'd still want more."
• gojo spends 99% of his life not being touched by anything so his lap, he wants the total opposite
• he wants you to move. he encourages you to grind against him, his hands guiding your hips to find the rhythm he wants. he loves the sound of your breath hitching every time he pulls you down harder against his dick
• while he is the one sitting under you, make no mistake—he is the one in control. if you try to pull away or go too fast, his grip on your waist tightens instantly, pinning you in place
• he likes the illusion of you being on top, but he frequently reminds you who 'the strongest' is by lifting you effortlessly or repositioning you without even using his hands, just sheer physical strength
• he doesn't let you get up after. keeps you right there in his lap, your head resting on his shoulder while he plays with your hair. he acts like he’s gone into a trance, ignoring any phone calls or missions that might come his way
• the last one is prone bone, the ultimate expression of his possessiveness. it's the position that best utilizes his 190cm frame to physically claim every inch of space you occupy. in this position, he isn't just a lover; he is an all-encompassing force of nature
• he doesn't stay propped up on his elbows for long. he flattens his entire heavy, lean torso against your back. he wants to feel your spine pressing into his chest and your shoulder blades moving against his skin since he has a deep seated hunger for full body friction
• he is surprisingly solid. he likes to let his full weight settle on you, pinning you into the mattress so you can't move an inch without his permission. it's his way of saying 'i have you, and the rest of the world doesn't exist right now.'
• he watches the goosebumps rise on your skin and the way the muscles in your lower back tense, he can see your pleasure before you even feel it. he loves kissing and biting your shoulder and the back of your neck, spots he can look at the next day and smirk about
• his hands are large and incredibly strong. He uses them to anchor you to the bed. he reaches forward, stretching his long arms past your shoulders to find your hands. he laces his fingers with yours and pin your arms straight out above your head. it makes you feel completely exposed and vulnerable, which is exactly the dynamic he thrives on
• if you try to arch away or change the rhythm, his hands will fly to your hip bones. his grip is firm—not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know that he is the one directing the pace
• cause his chest is pressed against your back, his voice travels directly through your bones. he whispers. his voice drops into a gravelly, vibrating, raspy tone. he talks about how good you feel, how small you are compared to him, and how he’s never letting you go
"just breathe for me. i got you. you don't have to do anything but be right here and take all of this."
"tell me you want more. say it. i wanna hear you admit that i'm the only one who can make you feel like this."
"you're already shaking this much?"
"mine.. completely mine. say it back to me. say you're mine."
"look at your hands gripping the sheets darling. you're trying so hard to hold on to something but the only thing you’ve got is me."
• he is not above using a tiny, localized application of his technique to enhance the sensation. making the physical connection feel impossibly tight and inescapable. it creates a dizzying sensation of being pulled into him, blurring the lines of where you end and he begins
• after, he doesn't move. he stays collapsed on top of you, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily. he keeps your hands pinned or your fingers laced for a long time afterward
• if you try to roll over to catch your breath, he just groans and squeezes you tighter, effectively using you as a mattress
• he loves receiving head. (not as much as making you scream with his tongue though) cause he's basically a man who is used to the world revolving around him
• he leans back against the headboard or deep in an armchair, long legs spread wide, arms draped over the back of the seat. he pushes his sunglasses up or drop his blindfold to his neck. he wants to watch you entirely focus on him
• he loves burying his fingers in your hair. it starts gently, but as he gets closer to his limit, his grip tightens. he uses your hair as a handle to tilt your head or pull you closer
• he is not passive. he uses his hand to guide your chin or press firmly against the back of your neck. not about force—it’s about him wanting to feel every bit of the friction and heat you’re providing
• gojo's aftercare is a fascinating mix of clinging like a giant cat and absolute, high end pampering. once 'the strongest' ego has been fed by your reactions, he shifts into a mode that is surprisingly soft, domestic, and incredibly expensive
• he doesn't do space after sex. because he spends his life behind the barrier of infinity he wants zero distance
• he collapses his 190cm frame directly on top of you or pull you into his chest so tightly you’re practically fused. he wraps his long limbs around you like a human cage, tucking his head into your neck or yours into his
• if you try to get up he groans and squeeze you tighter, even if his phone is vibrating with mission alerts, he ignores the higher-ups for you
"and where do you think you’re going? i'm not letting you move."
"you're just gonna leave me here after i made you cum 7 times??? that's mean, don't you dare."
• if you’re both a mess (he still wants to cuddle anyway but if you really wanna clean up) he uses his technique to teleport both of you directly into a pre filled, steaming hot bathtub
• he washes you himself. he's very gentle, using ridiculously expensive soaps and shampoos. he treats your body like a fragile masterpiece that he—and only he—is allowed to handle
• he transitions back into spoiling you mode. he knows you’re exhausted so he pulls out his phone and order the most ridiculous, high end takeout available at 3:00 am—think wagyu sliders, omakase and the softest serve ice creams
• his voice loses the sharp, arrogant edge and becomes soft, hushed, and incredibly intimate.
• he keeps his eyes uncovered, just watching you sleep or breathe. this is the kind of time he truly lets his guard down, when it's just you and him
• he whispers things into your hair
"you have no idea how quiet my head gets when i'm holding you like this. it's the only time the six eyes actually let me rest."
"you're so small in my arms... it's cute. i feel like i could just swallow you whole."
" i used to think being the strongest meant being alone... but then i found you. and now i think being the strongest just means i have the power to keep you safe from everything."
• he traces the marks he left on your skin (those bites on your nape or the fingerprints on your thighs) with a look of pure, quiet pride. he likes seeing the physical evidence that you belong to him.
• your chest is his favorite place to hide. after the intensity of sex, he often collapses there, ear pressed to your heart, listening to it settle. in those moments, he is not the god of the jujutsu world. he is just a man who is deeply and desperately in love with his partner
• if you’re feeling overstimulated or shaky, he becomes the ultimate protector. he pulls the covers over both of you, creating a little domain where nothing can touch you
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· jjk men with a raver/edm gf ft. gojo, yuta
⊹ warnings: mentions of weed
gojo satoru
• with his god-tier personality and his high energy, gojo gets into trance/acid techno, his favorite artists are artbat, anyma, argy and tiësto
• vibe -> clean, high level productions
• mood -> confident and playful
•loves hearing clean, polished productions, big room drops and progressive house
• once you get him into the genre he starts putting on earphones and listens to your techno playlist on missions while fighting curses xdd
• is down to both warehouse/underground raves and mainstage raves, would also happily go to futuristic ones
• def smokes weed with you before and/or during if you're a smoker
• you both are now raving with the expensive matching sunglasses he bought for the two of you!!
• picks your outfits for raves (baggy pants + crops) and lets you pick his
• attempts to do your makeup and is surprisingly good at it, he likes putting glitter around your eyes
• absolutely dances with you, he can't stop
• picks you up onto his shoulders
• shows off in front of the crowd, teases you with playful gestures
• confident and charming, occassionaly grabs friends and strangers so that they can join you two having fun
• he dominates the energy around him
• turns the dramatic drops into look at us moments
• cool and show off couple energy
• the crowd around him is always secondary, he's listening and having fun with you
gojo satoru, who covers your eyes from behind and yells into your ear "guess who?" like there's literally any doubt.
gojo satoru who steals your drink and finishes it in one sip xdd
gojo satoru who holds your hand up like he's gonna spin you but spins himself instead.
gojo satoru who counts down from three to one and tells you to jump before a drop but watches you jump and have fun more than he watches the stage.
gojo satoru who when you try to walk somewhere hooks a finger in your belt loop or sleeve to stop you and pulls you to himself— "where are you going without me?”
in the middle of all the noise and the chaos, gojo takes your face in hands like it can break if his palms apply even the slightest pressure and brushed the blue glitter off your cheeks. as a softer build up starts to radiate through the venue he pulls you in by your waist and just stays there. not joking, not teasing. he tilts his head closer to your ear like he was about to say something playful or cocky but instead he just quietly says your name. and when the lights go dim for a few second he presses his lips against yours like an instinct more than a thought action.
okkotsu yuta
• being on the more calm and grounded side yuta is into melodic techno, tech/chill house, his favorite artists are artbat, rüfüs du sol, ben böhmer, massano and a bit argy
• vibe -> melodic and emotional builds
• mood -> introspective and sentimental
• loves hearing deep melodic layers, soft to intense transitions and gradual buildups
• he prefers sunset or evening sets with more intimate atmosphere
• nevertheless comes along with you to warehouse/underground raves if you wanna go with him or your friends aren't coming
• he melts into the music and fact that he's out to have fun with you is enough for him to have a good time
• smokes a lil before and/or during with you if you wanna
• is also more than happy to let you pick his outfit and he wears sunglasses with you like gojo
• keeps you close to him all the time cause he gets anxious about losing you in the crowd
• he needs to be touching you all the time, arms around your waist/shoulders or hugs you from behind
• intimate and reflective couple energy
• can and will dance with you!
• loves watching you enjoy the music and the way you react
• if you're in a more intimate setting like small sunset sets your emotional connection is heightened by music, looks at you with eyes full of love, adoration and admiration, gently sways with you
• even when you're not raving he loves listening to melodic techno/tech house when he's chilling with you
yuta pulls you back into him from behind without thinking, chin briefly resting between your shoulder and your neck, no hesitation; just loving. you say something he can’t hear so he just smiles and kisses your temple lightly instead like he already knows it wasn’t that important. your hands stay linked the whole time. it’s familiar, fingers adjusting automatically whenever the grip shifts. He leans down and murmurs something small against your ear, not even about the music—just something random he wanted to tell her specifically. you rest back against him for a second, and he steadies you with both hands at your waist, calm and natural, like between his arms is the exact place that you were supposed to be. as the music radiates all around you he gently holds you and gives you that quiet look full of adoration like this, right here, is his favorite part of the night.
yuta keeps holding your hand the entire time even when you have no intention of standing one step away from him like he just doesn't see a reason to let go. his fingers trace slow, absent patterns on your skin and when you lean in to say something to him he listens. but instead of answering right away he stays close, your faces only inches apart. a smile forms on his lips like you're the sole source of happiness in his life and he finally responds.
fushiguro megumi
• megumi's into more dark and hypnotic vibes so he's into artists like argy, anyma, artbat, charlotte de witte, he is not partying, he's there to feel something quitely intense
• vibe -> controlled, underground hypnotic techno
• mood -> introspective and immersive
• he prefers a very specific type of rave, dark warehouse/underground clubs or late night techno sets with minimal lighting instead of mainstages and festivals full of people jumping and screaming
• loves hearing hypnotic repetitive loops, deep bassline, dark techno
• rarely if never accompanies with smoking sesh cause the boyfie gotta be on alert at all times to make sure you're safe <3
• stays close to you like yuta, holding your hand or arms around your waist/shoulders
• if it's up to him he just stands still but lets you move him, subtly dances with you
• protective and attentive, keeps one eye on you the whole time, even walks you to the ladies room
• he drifts into the music but looks at you constantly to make sure you're okay and comfortable
• together but alone in the crowd vibe
• isn't into the whole outfit picking and sunglass tradition so bet he's gonna be the most underdressed person in there just wearing a black tshirt/sweater and baggy pants <3
megumi who lets you drag him deeper into the crowd even if it’s not his thing, he doesn’t complain once.
megumi who keeps glancing down to check if you're okay, but when you catch him, he just looks away like there's nothing.
megumi who when you grabs his hand,adjusts his grip slightly to make it more comfortable for you.
megumi who as the lights shift casually wraps an arm around your shoulders, protective but relaxed, knowing that you can enjoy the moment safely.
megumi who during a calmer part of the set keeps a steady presence beside you, letting you lean against him while he watches the crowd for any trouble.
megumi who when you reach for your drink steadies you with a hand on your lower back, gently holding you as if to say i've got you.
megumi who when you're too close to a pushy part of the crowd, subtly positions himself between you and the chaos.
megumi who during a slower song leans down and murmurs a small joke just to make you smile, his hand never leaving your shoulder, soft and protective.
itadori yuji
• BRO IS RAVING HARDER THAN YOU NOW
• itadori's obsessed with big outdoor festivals and mainstage raves, he's into artists like skrillex, martin garrix, the chainsmokers and avicii
• vibes -> high energy, uplifting
• mood -> happy and hyped
• def dancing with hands in the air, super hyped and hyping his friends and the people around him
• pulls you into the center of the action
• dancing energetically with you, picks you up, physically affectionate in the moment
• in the moments of calm before the big drops he looks at you and smiles <3
• he is THE festival guy wearing an outfit with vibrant colors matching yours and a sunglass resting on his forehead and a drink in his hands
• is not gonna smoke with you he's just not the type that smokes it's not gonna effect his experience cause he's already hyped and ready to have fun all the time
itadori gets distracted mid dance because you're laughing and just blurts out “you’re so pretty." before trying to match your rhythm seriously for once, concentrating way too hard just to make you laugh again and when you stop for a break, he leans his head against yours instinctively.
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hi! for those of you who are waiting for reqs, i'm going through the worst breakup i ever had and i can't bring myself to do anything but i'll write them as soon as i can <3
Omg I love your writing so much!! Obsessed with the fatally wounded s/o one especially!! Could I possibly request Reader reuniting with Gojo after he’s finally unsealed from the prison realm? Super emotional pleaseeeee
a/n: thank u sm love <33
the air inside the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of tokyo was freezing, smelling of stagnant rainwater and rusted iron.
with the higher-ups ready to brand satoru an exile and the city crawling with hostile entities, you and the students had secretly smuggled the prison realm to this forgotten industrial sector to break the seal in total isolation. you had insisted on standing vigil completely alone because his returning cursed energy was bound to be insanely volatile; his primal defense instincts would have leveled the entire block before he realized he was safe if he woke up surrounded by a crowd or a squad of sorcerers ready for battle.
when the prison realm’s final binding vow dissolved, it didn't just fade—it tore itself out of reality with a violent, sickening shudder. the heavy, monolithic cube cracked down the center, vomiting a thick, pitch-black miasma of cursed energy that instantly shattered every window pane in the building. from the center of the dark smoke, a silhouette stumbled forward.
gojo satoru didn't emerge victorious and smiling. he staggered, his boots skidding against the wet concrete, before he caught his balance by slamming one hand against a rusted iron pillar. the metal groaned and dented deeply under his reflexive grip.
he was entirely exposed. his blindfold was gone, and his stark white hair fell sharply over his forehead, shadowing eyes that were terrifyingly unblinking. the six eyes were processing everything at an agonizing, hypersensitive speed—the structural decay of the building, the distant hum of the city—but his expression was entirely blank.
hollow.
he looked like a man who had stared into a void for so long that the void had hollowed him out from the inside.
then in miliseconds, he felt your cursed energy.
his head snapped toward the shadow where you stood, his pupils dilating instantly. for a terrifying second, his blue eyes flared with a cold, defensive malice—the instinct of a caged animal suddenly released. but as you took a step into the pale moonlight filtering through the broken roof, his expression fractured.
"hey." you whispered, your voice cracking under the absolute weight of seeing him again. "it's over, baby."
he didn't use blue. he didn't use teleportation. he simply ran. it was a chaotic, desperate scramble across the concrete, his long strides covering the distance between you in a fraction of a second.
he stopped a single foot away from you, his chest heaving as if he had run a marathon rather than a few yards. his hands were raised, shaking violently in the space between you, his fingers flexing. he was tracking the warmth of your breath, the rapid flutter of your pulse against your throat, entirely paralyzed by the fear that you were a hallucination born from the madness of his isolation.
you couldn't bear the distance for another second. you lunged forward, throwing your arms around his torso, burying your face directly into the center of his chest.
his automatic infinity flared—a sharp, static-like barrier that caught you an inch from his jacket. the rejection was agonizing, but it lasted less than a heartbeat. with a choked, guttural sound that didn't sound human, satoru violently tore the technique away.
the barrier didn't just drop; it collapsed inward, and satoru slammed into you.
his massive arms locked around your upper back and waist, lifting you slightly off your feet as he crushed you against him. he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his teeth literally grazing your skin as he bit down gently on the fabric of your shirt, desperate for a physical anchor. a violent, full-body shudder racked through him, so intense that his knees threatened to buckle beneath you both.
"it was so loud." he choked out against your skin, a heavy, uncharacteristic tremble destroying his usual smooth tone. "just a million thoughts spinning in circles, but i couldn't reach you. i couldn't find your grip anywhere."
"you've got me now, i'm sorry it took me so long." you cried into his shoulder, your fingers bunching frantically into the dark fabric of his uniform. "i'm right here. i'm holding onto you."
"keep holding me." he pleaded, the words slipping out like a broken prayer as he squeezed you tighter. "just keep holding me. please."
he pulled his head back just enough to look at you, his eyes a wild, electric blue in the moonlight, completely stripped of his usual playful facade. his large, trembling hands slid up to cup your jaw, his fingers tangling roughly into your hair. he stared into your tear-streaked face with a fierce, possessive desperation that was almost frightening.
"keep looking at me." he murmured, his gaze sweeping frantically over every single detail of your face. "don't look away from me."
and then he kissed you.
it was an entirely unhinged, consuming collision. there was no gentleness to it, only the raw, primitive hunger of a soul that had been starved in a sensory void for weeks. he pressed his lips to yours with a crushing force, his tongue tangling with yours in a breathless, frantic rhythm. he was taking everything you had to give—your breath, your warmth, your reality—pouring his own terror into the kiss until the taste of salt and iron filled your mouths.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself higher against him, matching his fierce intensity with a desperate devotion of your own, letting him know without words that you were entirely his to take.
when the kiss finally broke, he didn't let you go. he dropped his forehead against yours, his chest violently rising and falling as he breathed the same air you exhaled. the chaotic, oppressive storm of his cursed energy finally began to settle, expanding outward to form a heavy, impenetrable barrier around the warehouse room, sealing the two of you away from jujutsu high, from the curses, and from the rest of the world.
"i missed you so much, satoru. i was so scared of not being able to find a way to get you back." you whispered against his lips, resting your cheek against his as the tears kept falling.
"i'm never leaving you behind again." satoru promised softly, his eyes boring into yours with absolute, terrifying finality. "never."
you just held him tighter, letting the steady beat of your heart guide him back to earth.
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· finding their s/o fatally wounded on the battlefield ft. gojo, yuta, megumi
⊹ summary: they find their s/o fatally wounded, about to die on the battlefield & she barely survives ⊹ warnings: angst, mention of death, injuries, they literally lose it
the report comes through the earpiece but gojo doesn't wait for the coordinates. he feels it. the spike of your cursed energy is flickering like a candle and then it drops—low, dangerously thin.
gojo doesn't arrive; he shatters the space where you are.
the sonic boom of his arrival levels the surrounding debris, he lands with such concussive force it knocks down a group of grade 1 sorcerers nearby but he doesn't hear any of it. all he hears is the wet, stuttering rhythm of your heart—a sound he’s fallen asleep to for years, now skipping beats like a broken clock.
he sees you. propped against a crumbling brick wall, chest barely moving, your uniform saturated in a deep, terrifying crimson. the six eyes are a curse for him in that moment, detailing the catastrophic internal hemorrhaging, the plummeting blood pressure, the precise millisecond your organs are beginning to shut down. every single cell in his body violently rejects the sight in front of him.
"gojo! we have to secure the perimeter before shoko can—"
nanami starts, stepping forward to catch him but gojo moves with a jagged speed. he drops to his knees in the grit, his infinity completely dissolved. he doesn't care.
he rips off his blindfold and the sorcerers nearby recoil at the sight of his face. his eyes are a manic, electric blue, vibrating with a celestial, unhinged panic. he reaches for you, but his hands—the most powerful hands in existence—are shaking so violently he can’t even get a steady grip on your shoulders.
"hey."
he whispers, a sound so thin and broken it cuts through the roar of the fires.
"hey, look at these eyes. look at satoru. stay right here in the blue, okay? don't you dare close them."
he pulls you into his lap, ignoring the blood staining his white shirt and the eyes of his students watching from the rubble.
you don't respond.
"hey, princess. look at me. blue eyes, see? satoru is here, i'm right here."
he leans his forehead against yours, his breath coming in shallow, terrified hitches that sound more like gasps for air.
"i didn't tell you enough," he chokes out, a sob finally racking his chest, loud and uninhibited. "i've been so arrogant, i thought i could protect everything but all i wanna protect is you. don't leave me, don't—"
with the last bit of strength even you didn't know you had left you reach out, your blood stained fingers touching his cheek.
"satoru..."
the sound of his name—not his title, not his rank, but him—acts like a physical blow. gojo recoils, his breath hitching in a broken, wet sob that he doesn't even try to hide from the sorcerers watching from the perimeter.
"no." he chokes out, holding you so tight it hurts. "no! don't say it like that, don't say my name like that. i don't permit this, you hear me? i'm the strongest and i don't allow this, i forbid it!"
you try to speak again but all that comes out of your mouth is a pile of wet, warm blood dripping down from your lips to your chin. your eyes start to flutter.
"i told you to keep your eyes open, open them!" he roars, his command vibrates in the void, the force of his voice making everyone nearby shudder. "look at me! if you close your eyes, i'm coming with you! i mean it! i'll tear the sky down if i have to, just stay with me!"
there stands the god of the jujutsu world, replaced by a man who is sobbing uninhibitedly into your hair, clutching your fading body as if he can physically shield you from the afterlife. he had spent his life standing above everyone, but as he begs you to take one more breath he is finally, devastatingly human.
he pours his rct into you with such reckless, burning force his own eyes start to bleed from the pressure. he is wailing now in a raw, animalistic sound. his face buried in your neck, whispering.
"i love you. i love you. i love you. i'm sorry i'm so late. just one more breath. for your satoru, for the blue eyes you love so much. please."
hours later the sterile white walls of the infirmary are a stark contrast to gojo who hasn't moved an inch by your side for two days with your blood still on him.
he is sitting in a cramped plastic chair that looks absurdly small for his frame. his long legs tucked awkwardly, his head resting on the edge of your bed.
he is holding your hand. not with his usual light, teasing touch but with a crushing, desperate grip that pierces his infinity. he hasn't put his blindfold back on since the battlefield. he can't. his six eyes which usually process the infinity of the universe are now hyper focused on a single, rhythmic heartbeat which he needs to see for himself in order to put his restraint back into its place.
the door opens quietly. "satoru." it's shoko. "the higher ups are calling. there's a grade 0 sighting in kyoto, they've been ringing for three hours."
he doesn't even turn his head to look at her.
"tell them to go fuck themselves." he rasps. his voice is a jagged wreck, hollowed out by days of silence and sudden, violent bouts of sobbing.
"you haven't even eaten. you're becoming a liability. how can you take care of her if you don't get your shit together?" shoko sighs.
"i said tell them to go fuck themselves." he repeats, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating frequency. "i'm not moving."
the god of the jujutsu world, refusing to take on missions and answer his calls for the last two days. he was supposed to be untouchable but he has cried silently until his tear ducts are inflamed, until his throat is raw, until he started physically trembling from dehydration.
a few hours later your fingers twitch. it's a tiny movement but for him it has the impact of an earthquake.
gojo bolts upright, his chair clattering against the floor. he stares at you, breath catching in his throat as your eyes find him.
"satoru?" you whisper, your voice barely a breath.
he doesn't make a joke. he doesn't give you a cocky grin. he makes a small, choked sound in his chest and collapses forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck. the weight of his head is heavy, and almost immediately you feel the warmth of fresh, silent tears on your skin.
"don't." he gasps, his voice breaking as he clings to you. "don't ever do that again. do you hear me? i'll kill you myself if you ever try to leave me like that again. don't you dare do that to me again. please."
he is sobbing now like a child who got lost but finally found his way home. his body shaking so hard that the bed vibrates, his hands clutching your shoulders as if he is trying to merge your bodies together so you can never drift away from him again.
"i'm sorry i wasn't there." his sense of pride completely burnt away. "i'm sorry i was late to protect the one thing i actually cared about. i'm sorry i went out in a rush that morning because i thought i was invincible, because i thought i'd have countless days to tell you that you are my home."
he doesn't say the words, he heaves them out. each sentence is interrupted by a sharp, hitched breath.
"everyone looks at me like I’m a god, but i felt so small when i saw you lying there. i couldn't even stop a single piece of steel from touching you. i'm supposed to be the strongest and i almost let my entire world die in the dirt. i'm supposed to be able to fix everything, why did i almost lose you?"
he pulls back just an inch, his blue eyes raw and vulnerable. he looks pathetic. he looks human. he looks like a man who has just been handed back his entire life.
"i'm staying right here until they say you can walk out." he whispers, his thumb brushing a tear from your cheek with a hand that won't stop trembling. "higher ups can call anyone but me for a while for all i care."
he kisses your palms, his lips dry and cracked, and he doesn't stop crying silently until he finally falls asleep with his head on your chest, listening to the only heart that matters to him beating.
yuta doesn’t just arrive; he descends like an omen.
he doesn't just find you; he carves a path to you across the battlefield that leaves the earth scorched.
his descent is silent and terrifying. the air pressure drops as rika manifests in her most primal, monstrous form, her wails harmonizing with the low, guttural sound coming from yuta's throat.
he sees you slumped against the debris, your life leaking out through a jagged tear in your torso.
maki and inumaki are already there, trying to stem the bleeding but they step back as they see the look on yuta's face.
it isn't the look of a hero; it's the look of a man who is about to burn the world down.
he drops to the ground.
"no." he mutters a flat, dead sound. "no, no, no i won't let it happen."
"yuta, we have to move her carefully—" maki starts, reaching for his shoulder but he brushes her hand off with a burst of such immense cursed energy that it startles her.
he is not the yuta that people can rely on anymore, he is a boy losing his soul.
he crawls to you, his hands glowing with a blinding, unstable white light. he shoves his fingers into the wounds, his teeth bared in a snarl of grief as he forces your flesh to knit back together.
"i'll tie your soul to mine with iron chains if i have to. i'll turn into a monster to keep you here. just stay. stay, stay, stay with me."
he pours every ounce of himself into you, his nose bleeding from the force of his effort and his face contorted in a silent, heaving grief that makes the other sorcerers back away in respect. he is not a monster yet, he is just a man begging for a future. he whispers into your ear, a frantic, stuttering chant of years old secrets and promises.
"i was gonna ask you tonight, i was gonna ask you to spend your whole life together with me. i was going to tell you how you saved me from the darkness inside my head, i was going to ask if we could finally... just be together. properly. forever. please, don't make me carry that ring forever, stay. look at me, please, please."
he stays hunched over you, a shield of white light and jagged shadows, his body heaving with heavy sobs until the medics have to pull his hands away. he looks at them with eyes so hollow they look like glass.
later, the silence of the infirmary is the second worst thing yuta has ever experienced. he hasn’t even changed his uniform. the dark fabric is still stiff with dried blood, mostly yours. he smells of ozone and sterile gauze.
he hasn't slept in forty eight hours. his eyes are sunken, rimmed with a raw, bruised red from the bouts of silent weeping he did in the hallway when shoko told him it was a touch and go. he has ignored calls from his friends and a direct summon from the higher ups for a new mission. the world outside has ceased to exist in his perception.
"yuta?" your voice a rasp, fragile thread.
he is holding you tightly, face buried in your shoulder before you can even blink. the sob that leaves him is jagged and completely devoid of restraint.
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry i wasn't by your side the whole time. i'm sorry i couldn't protect you."
he tilts his head up slightly, his eyes find yours and the sight is devastating. the special grade sorcerer, the boy who fought gods in the streets of sendai is trembling so hard he can barely keep his balance.
"i thought i lost you," he gasps, his voice breaking into a wet, stuttering wreck. "i was standing right there, and i saw you go down, and i—i couldn't breathe. i spent my whole life being afraid of my own power but in that moment i just hated it. i hated that i wasn't fast enough."
he looks at you with eyes full of grief that he hasn't yet recovered from, letting you see every bit of the terror he’s been carrying for the past forty eight hours.
he pulls back just a little bit so he can reach into his pocket with trembling fingers and pull out a simple, thin band—not a sorcerer's tool, just a piece of silver he must have clutched in his palm like a talisman for the last two days.
"i didn't have the time to tell you that you're the only reason i even want to be a human being. i've spent my whole life being a vessel for a curse, but you're the only thing that makes me feel like me."
he holds the ring between his shaking fingers, pressing it against your palm as he sinks to his knees on the linoleum floor.
"marry me," his eyes now dry but breath still instable. "i don't want the special grade rank, i don't want a title, and i don't want a legacy. i just want to be yours. i want to wake up and know you're breathing. i just can't do this life if i'm not coming home to you."
seeing you smile weakly at him, his voice breaks.
"i know this is not an ideal way of proposing but i know now that i can't know what's going to happen if i wait to say things like this. i can't, not anymore, not knowing that the worst possibility exists. i'll do this properly when we can walk out of here."
he leans his forehead against yours, the slowly returning warmth of your skin anchoring him.
"i'll never let anything like this happen ever again, i won't do the same mistake a second time. i wanna be the one to protect you forever, i will be. be my wife and let me be by your side forever."
the battlefield is a graveyard of twisted rebar and rising dust, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the fading ozone of spent cursed energy. itadori, nobara and a group of grade 1 sorcerers are several yards away securing the perimeter, their voices sounding distant and muffled.
megumi does not hear them.
he does not hear the sirens or the crumbling of the buildings nearby. his entire world is narrowed down to the small, broken figure lying in the debris.
he makes a small, choked sound in the back of his throat and drops to his knees.
he doesn't use his shadows to clear the rubble. he tears at the concrete with his bare hands until his fingernails are gone, his breath coming in shallow, terrified hitches.
"no." he whispers, a flat, dead sound. he reaches out, his fingers flushing with a frantic, uncoordinated tremor. he tries to stem the flow of blood from your side, but it is everywhere—stretching across his palms, soaking into his sleeves.
"fushiguro! we have to move her, the medics are—" itadori starts, running toward him but he stops dead when megumi looks up.
megumi's face is a ghostly, translucent white, his green eyes wide and vibrating with a primal, animalistic panic. he does not look like a stoic grade 1 sorcerer, he looks like a boy watching his heart being torn out of his chest.
"get back." megumi rasps, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous frequency that makes even the divine dog beside him whine in distress.
he pulls you into his lap, tucking your head under his chin. his whole body is trembling. there isn't a trace of his usual calmness in his attitude.
"i'm here." he whispers, his voice a jagged, low frequency wreck. "i've got you. just... keep looking at me. don't look at the shadows. look at me."
using the last bit of strength left in you, your fingers ghost over his jaw, leaving a faint, copper smelling streak on his pale skin.
"megumi..." you whisper.
his reaction is instant and terrifying. he doesn't sob, he breaks.
his eyes, usually so sharp and disciplined, go wide and hollow, the green irises vibrating with a suffocating grief. he doesn't pull away. he lunges forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his body heaving with a sound that is less like a cry and more like the pain of a physical wound.
"stop." he gasps against your skin. "don't say it like that. don't say my name like you're handing it back to me. you're the one who gave it meaning when i despised it! i can't do this alone, i can't do it, i can't, i can't. don't leave me, don't you first love me and then leave me! look at me!"
itadori and nobara are standing over him, their eyes teary, silently bearing his pain with him.
he is whispering your name over and over like a prayer intended to lure you back from the edge. "i didn't tell you." his breath keeps hitching like he is unable to breathe. "i didn't tell you that i'm finally happy. for the first time in my life i'm happy and it's because of you. you can't leave me in the middle of a sentence! you can't leave me with this silence, you have to hear what i have to say to you!"
he breathes in the scent of your skin so deeply that it's almost like he thinks the deeper he breathes you in the more possible it becomes that you return to him.
"i love you. i didn't say it this morning because i was rushing. i'm sorry. i love you, i love you, i love you! please. just one more breath. for me. just one."
he stays there with you in his arms, not moving an inch until the medics have to literally tear you apart from megumi while itadori barely manages to hold him back.
later, the hospital room is sterile. the rhythmic, artificial beep of the heart monitor is the only sound cutting through the heavy silence.
megumi hasn't moved for six hours. he is sitting in the hard plastic chair pulled flush against your bed. his spine curved, his head resting on your hip. he looks gaunt, the shadows under his eyes matching the dark ink of his uniform.
he is holding your hand with a grip that is both tender and terrified—his thumb tracing absent patterns on your pulse point.
you stir, feeling the warmth of him against your skin. when your fingers twitch against his, his entire body jolts as if he’s been struck by lightning.
he sits up instantly, his green eyes wide and searching. they are bloodshot, rimmed with a raw redness that tells you he hasn't slept since the battlefield. he freezes, his chest heaving with a breath he seems too afraid to let out.
"hey." you whisper. your voice a scratchy, hollow thread.
megumi doesn't answer at first. he can’t. he makes a small, choked sound in the back of his throat and leans forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his shoulders begin to shake, not the violent, soul shattering sobs in the middle of the debris but a quiet, exhausted trembling.
"you got back to me." he gasps against your skin, his voice muffled and thick. "you actually came back to me."
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his hand cupping your cheek with a look of such vulnerability and desperation that it makes your heart ache.
"i felt like i was losing my mind." he whispers, his thumb brushing a stray tear from your eye. "i spent two days thinking about that morning... about all the things i didn't say, i just walked out. i thought that was going to be the last thing i ever did—just walk away from you."
he leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes tight. "i don't care about the missions, i don't care about anything. i'm not leaving this room until you walk out of it with me. i'm staying right here."
he kisses your lips. a long, lingering press of his lips that feels like a seal. then he settles back into the chair, refusing to let go of your hand. his eyes fixed on yours as if he is memorizing the fact that you’re still breathing. for the first time in years, the shadows around him are still. he is finally home.
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Hi 🎉 I lovelovelovelove your writing
Can you please write playfighting with Satoru
Maybe little suggestive, but mostly silly and fluffy
Thank you very much and have a good day 🕊️🕊️🕊️
playfight with gojo ♡
⊹ a/n: thank u love i hope u have a great day too <33 ⊹ warnings: slightly suggestive
"i could take you in a fight."
that sentence was what lead to this situation.
looking back, you realized the mistake was saying it while satoru was already bored. he'd been sprawled across your couch, lazily tossing a blindfold between his hands but now he was upright, a slow, wolfish grin spreading across his lips.
"you?" he mused, his voice dropping an octave into a smooth, challenging purr. "you think you could take me? i'd like to see you try."
what followed was less of a combat and more off a mess of random attacks. it started with a lunging tackle that satoru easily sidestepped, only for him to catch you by the waist and haul you back against his chest. you writhed, trying to hook your leg behind his knee to trip him but nothing actually worked.
his infinity wasn't active—he was letting you touch him, which was your first mistake cause it only meant he could touch you back.
you both ended up tangled on the floor. you felt satoru's sheer strength, his long limbs pinning you down with a grace that felt entirely unfair. you managed to get on top of him, hands placed on his shoulders, gasping for air while he looked up at you with those impossibly bright eyes, his white hair fanned out against the floor like a halo.
"getting tired, babe?" he teased, his hands sliding up from your hips to your waist, his thumbs tracing the line of your ribs through your shirt. "you’ve been 'taking me' for five minutes and i haven't even broken a sweat. is that all you've got?"
"i'm just... finding your weakness," you grinned, lunging forward to pin his wrists.
satoru let you. he let his arms hit the floor, pinned by your grip, but the shift in momentum brought your faces inches apart. the playful glint in his eyes softened into something deeper, more concentrated. the 'fight' stalled as the heat between your bodies became the only thing you could focus on. his chest rose and fell in a steady, rhythmic counterpoint to your ragged breathing.
"found it yet?" he whispered. his voice was a low vibration you felt in your own bones. he didn't pull his hands away; instead, he relaxed into the floor, looking for all the world like he was exactly where he wanted to be. "because from where i'm sitting, it looks like you're the one who's trapped."
he did a quick, effortless roll, reversing your positions in a blur of movement to prove his point. he was hovering over you now, his weight supported by his elbows on either side of your head. a huffed laugh escaped him as your lips curled into a second grin.
"give up?" he murmured.
"never." you breathed, though your grip on his forearms had turned from a struggle into something much closer to a hold.
he hummed, a sound of pure satisfaction, and settled more firmly against you.
he wasn't moving to get up.
"so?" he muttered against your skin, his voice muffled and fond. "you were saying? something about taking me?"
"i had a plan," you pouted. " it just... slipped."
"mhm. slipped right into my arms," he teased, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate circle over the pulse point on your wrist. he leaned down further, his nose brushing against the shell of your ear. "you're a terrible liar but you’re a very cute loser."
he didn't let you up. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck instead, his heavy, warm presence grounding you. the peak of the 'fight' dissolved into the quiet weight of him—heavy, warm, and smelling faintly of amber and cold mountain air. satoru let out a contented sigh, his grip on your wrists loosening just enough for his fingers to lace through yours.
"i think i win." he whispered against your skin, his lips grazing your collarbone.
"so what's my prize, sweetheart?"
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aquarium date with gojo ♡
the aquarium hall opened up like a submerged palace, dominated by a massive pane of glass that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. behind the transparent barrier lay a world of crushing, crystalline blue—a liquid sky where the light didn't just shine, but drifted in heavy, ethereal shafts.
satoru stood at the center of it, his silhouette etched in sharp relief against the cerulean glow. the blue glow reflected off his sunglasses, making the churning water look like it was trapped inside the lenses. he was leaning against the acrylic glass, looking less like the strongest sorcerer alive and more like a bored teenager—until he spotted a particularly round pufferfish.
"babe look, look! it's got your expression when i'm five minutes late for dinner." he chirped, pointing a long finger at the fish. he didn't wait for a response before looping an arm around your shoulders and dragging you closer to the glass.
"babe, you're shouting." you chuckled. "people are staring."
"let them." he grinned, his thumb tracing a idle pattern over your shoulder. "they’re just jealous i'm with the prettiest girl in the building. besides, i'm the one paying for the overpriced jellyfish shaped ice cream and god knows how many plushies after this so i get to be as loud as i want."
high above, a whale breached the gloom, a massive shadow that moved with the terrifying elegance of a storm cloud. schools of neon bright fish darted in staccato bursts around it, their scales flashing like tinsel. he watched the stingrays glide past, their wings undulating like silk sheets caught in a breeze, their movements so fluid they seemed to bypass the laws of friction entirely.
"look at them." he whispered, gesturing to a school of fish that turned in perfect, telepathic unison. "they don't have to think about where to go. they just know. it's all just patterns and pressure."
he reached out, his fingers hovering just millimeters from the glass. a tiny, iridescent fish darted toward his hand, drawn to the sheer energy radiating from him.
satoru took your hand and stirred toward the empty shark tunnel, a transparent artery through the center of a silent, blue abyss. the water didn't just stand before you; it surrounded you, pressing in from every side with a heavy, sapphire weight.
he stepped inside, his head tilting back as he watched the overhead arch. the surface of the water was a shimmering ceiling of liquid mercury above, broken only by the silhouettes of apex predators. the tunnel was a sensory masterpiece for him, he could see the way the light refracted through the curved acrylic, bending into jagged neon spears that danced across your skin.
"watch them." he breathed, his voice dropping to a low, reverent tone. a shark glided directly overhead, its pale underbelly casting a fleeting shadow over his face. "they don’t have to think about their power, they just exist within it. total efficiency."
without a word, he reached out, his hand sliding behind your neck, his fingers tangling gently into your hair while his thumb came to rest against your temple.
"you wanna see what i see? just for a second?" he whispered, his voice vibrating with a strange, melodic resonance.
before you could answer, he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours and he opened a door.
suddenly, the world didn't just look blue—it felt blue.
the shades of blue shifted in a dizzying, liquid gradient—from the pale, frothing turquoise of the surface to a bruised, midnight indigo that seemed to swallow the very concept of distance. everything was washed in a celestial, bioluminescent glow, making the water feel less like a liquid and more like a vast, humming gemstone.
the sharks moved like blades of obsidian, their silhouettes sleek and unapologetic as they carved through the brine. you could see the subtle ripple of their muscle under skin that felt like liquid steel, and the way their gills pulsed in a slow, hypnotic cadence—a rhythmic breathing that mirrored the deep, ancient lungs of the ocean itself.
in startling contrast, the reef fish were like a handful of shattered stained glass thrown into a sapphire sky. tangs and angelfish darted in frantic, shimmering bursts, their scales reflecting the light in a dizzying array of electric violets and citrus oranges. they were vibrant sparks of defiance against the indigo gloom, their movements leaving behind gossamer trails of golden energy that only satoru's eyes could truly catch.
then, the manta rays descended like a fallen constellation. their wings were vast and supple, moving with a royal, slow motion grace that made the water feel thin and weightless. their underside revealed a pristine expanse of ivory, speckled with ink black markings that looked like a secret language written in the stars as they soared directly above. It was a creature of pure, undulating silk, soaring through its liquid kingdom with a serenity that momentarily silenced the chaotic roar of the world outside.
the tunnel vanished. you were standing in the center of a cosmic loom where every thread of reality was visible. the sheer volume of information was like a tidal wave, a roar of data that threatened to drown your mind.
and then, in the center of that chaotic brilliance, you felt satoru.
his presence was the only thing that remained solid. he wasn't just a man; he was a void of calm, a point of absolute stillness that anchored the entire universe. his heartbeat was a slow, rhythmic thrum that cut through the noise of the atoms, steadying you.
after a minute, he pulled back, breaking the contact.
the world snapped back to its dull, muted reality. satoru caught you by the waist, his eyes searching yours. the blue light of the tunnel reflected in his irises, which still looked like they were holding onto that infinite data.
"everything i see is always too much," he whispered, his voice a low, melodic thrum that seemed to vibrate directly against your heart. "it's a thousand colors and a million movements and it never, ever stops. it's beautiful but lonely."
he reached up, his thumb grazing cheek with a touch so tender it made your chest ache. a slow, lopsided smile pulled at his lips.
"but when i share it with you." he murmured, "the noise finally makes sense. i'm not just looking at the universe—i'm actually home."
he let out a small, huffed laugh and he gave you a quick peck on the lips before heading to the end of the tunnel with his hand in yours.
he turned to you, the neon blue light of the tank making him look ethereal. then the smirk returned, breaking the tension. he leaned down, his nose brushing against yours, just barely bypassing his infinity.
"but if a megalodon wakes up and tries to break the glass, you have to protect me, okay? i'm very delicate."
you snorted and chuckled. "absolutely, babe. i'll just use my technique to put the big guy in time out. i'm sure the strongest's gonna be perfectly safe hiding behind my back while i play animal control."
"exactly! i knew i kept you around for your tactical prowess, babe." he chirped, lacing his fingers through yours and tugging you forward. "i'll just crouch down and cover my ears while you handle the prehistoric apex predator. i'm a sensitive soul, you know and my cursed energy is so overwhelming it might just offend the shark's delicate sensibilities but your cursed energy is much more approachable than mine."
"perfect." you huffed as he led you to the end of the tunnel. "being 'approachable' for apex predators of the deep ocean is a very useful trait."
"see? that's exactly what i need," he shot back, his grin widening as the blue light rippled over the sharp angles of his face. "a bodyguard who gets along with scary fish. truly, i am the luckiest man in the aquarium. now come on—i think i saw a pool where you can pet stingrays."
his grip on your interlaced hands tightened.
"and i'm going to need you to hold my hand the whole way."
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ragebaiting megumi ♡
fushiguro megumi always kept his calm. it was his default setting, his reaction to all the chaos around him but as he stood in the kitchen, he could feel his carefully constructed walls starting to crumble under the weight of your mischievous grin even before a single world spilled from your lips.
he tried to focus on the coffee he was brewing but as you sat on the counter, too close to him, your legs dangling right next to his standing figure, you looked like a predator who'd found her favorite toy.
"hey, megumi." you started, your voice dropping into that specific tone that usually meant trouble. "i was thinking... if you were actually athletic, what sport do you think you’d do?"
he didn't even look up, though his grip on the coffee pot tightened.
"i'm already athletic. i run miles every day and train. i think that qualifies as athletic."
"no, no." you laughed. "like actually athletic. isn't it hard to keep up with yuji?"
a faint twitch appeared in his jaw.
"i am actually athletic and i can keep up with itadori just fine."
"right, right." you hummed, clearly unconvinced. "actually, that reminds me. since you’re always hanging around gojo-sensei... do you ever wish you were taller? do you feel like a cute little child standing next to him?"
megumi let out a sharp, exhaled breath, finally setting the coffee scoop down. he took a deliberate step toward you, trying to use his height to reclaim some authority.
"i'm taller than the national average. i'm taller than you. i don't need to wish for something i already have."
"if you say so." you teased, leaning closer to him.
"but what about your strength? do you ever wish you were, you know, stronger? like someone who could actually lift a heavy box without their shadows doing the work for them?"
you weren't done yet. you tilted your head with an amused grin on your face.
"and be honest—do you ever wish you had a fun personality instead of being so bad tempered? or do you ever wish you were actually brave enough to admit you like it when i mess with you?"
that was his breaking point.
before you could start another sentence he hooked an arm under your knees and another behind your back, picking you up against his chest as if you weighed nothing at all.
"babe!" you let out a giggle.
"shut up." he mumbled, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register. he didn't look at you but the tips of his ears were a flaming, traitorous red.
he stormed off into the living room with you in his arms. he didn't put you down gently; instead, he hovered over the couch for a second before dropping you onto the cushions, immediately pinning you down by leaning his weight onto his forearms on either side of your head.
he stayed there for a moment, his face inches from yours, eyes intense.
"i don't wish i was taller or stronger, idiot." he said, the words vibrating against your skin as he stared you down.
"because i am."
your lips pulled back into a slow, triumphant grin. you reached up, your fingers trailing playfully along the line of his tightened jaw.
"oh, you are?" you whispered, your eyes dancing with mischief as you enjoyed the view of him finally losing his composure.
"is that why your heart is trying to beat its way out of your chest right now? for a guy who claims he doesn't need to wish for anything, you seem pretty desperate to prove it tho."
megumi froze, his eyes widening as he realized he’d walked right into your trap. he let out a frustrated, shaky breath, burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide the fact that he was smiling despite himself.
"you're unbelievable." he groaned into your skin, his grip on the couch cushions tightening. "i should've just let the divine dogs handle you."
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home · fushiguro megumi
⊹ megumi comes home from a mission during which he realized how much he misses you when he goes away ⊹ warnings: nsfw, minors dni, aged up!megumi
the air in the apartment was still until the lock clicked, a heavy, exhausted sound following megumi as he stepped inside. he didn’t drop his tactical vest or his keys with his usual precision; he let them fall where they may, his shoulders hunched as if he were still carrying the weight of the veil he’d just stepped out of.
when he saw you standing in the kitchen, the reality of the mission—the blood, the near-misses, and the cold feeling of a cursed spirit’s breath against his neck—finally began to thaw.
"megumi?" you asked softly, your voice a balm. he walked up to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into your skin just enough to ground himself. he was trembling, a fine, rhythmic shudder that he couldn't suppress.
"i'm here," you whispered, sensing the frantic energy beneath his silence. "you're home."
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes glassy and intense. "i missed you so much it felt like i couldn't breathe," he admitted, his voice uncharacteristically thick and cracked with a vulnerability he usually kept locked behind iron gates. "everything reminded me of how easily it could end. i couldn't stop thinking about you being alone if i didn't make it back. i love you— i love you so much it’s terrifying."
the transition from emotional desperation to physical hunger was immediate. he needed to be close to you—not just near you, but part of you—to prove to his subconscious that you were real, warm, and alive. he guided you to the bedroom and settled you on the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees between your thighs without hesitation. he looked up at you once, his expression raw, before he leaned in.
megumi was usually a man of few words, but tonight he was vocal, low, guttural hums of approval vibrating against your skin as he tasted you. he used his hands to hold you steady and he worked with a desperate, focused intensity. he delved deep with his tongue, swirling and flicking against you with a precision that made your back arch off the bed. he was greedy, his breaths coming in hot, ragged puffs against your sensitive skin.
your hands went to his head, your fingers tangling firmly in his dark, messy hair. when you tugged, pulling him even closer and forcing him deeper against you, a low, needy growl rumbled in his throat. the sensation of you pulling him in, wanting him that desperately, made him go insane; he felt the hunger in your touch, and it fueled a relentless pace. he let you guide him, his mouth becoming more insistent, his tongue flat and heavy as he licked you from bottom to top, over and over. he used his fingers to open you further, his tongue finding every sensitive nerve with a relentless, rhythmic pressure that forced a loud, jagged moan from your lips. his tongue darted and swirled with an agonizing slowness one moment and a frantic speed the next, determined to drink in every drop of you.
you felt an instense orgasm wash over you, your body tensing and your breath hitching into a broken sob of his name, he stayed right there. he let you drip all over his face, his eyes closing as he felt your warmth.
the most grounding sensation he’d felt all day.
he didn't give you time to come down before he moved up your body, hovering over you with movements that were frantic but filled with a deep, aching tenderness. he let out a deep, shaky exhalw when he pushed into you, his forehead dropping against yours. "you're so warm." he muttered against your lips, his pace deep and deliberate. "god, i need you so much. i love you—"
he wasn't his usual quiet self; every thrust was accompanied by a low groan or a whispered confession. "you're my entire world," he gasped, his voice breaking as he drove into you. "everything i do is for you. i love you so much it hurts." he moved with a heavy, driving force, wanting to feel every inch of the connection, his hands sliding underneath your back to pull your chest flush against his.
at one point, the pleasure became so immense you felt like you were drifting, and you instinctively reached out, gripping his wrist to anchor yourself to him. your other hand found his back, your nails digging into his skin, the sharp sting firing him up and making his movements even more urgent and powerful.
the friction was intense, a slow burn build that made his muscles coil and tremble. as you felt his name bubbling up in your throat again, you gasped it out, a pure reflex of your love for him. the sound of his name uttered with such pure want sent a visible jolt through him. his eyes snapped open, locking onto yours, dark and blown out with heat.
"say it again," he commanded, his voice a rough growl, his thrusts becoming deeper and more possessive. "i wanna hear it. don't stop."
you didn't. you began to chant it as he pushed you into your limit, his name becoming a litany of praise and desperation. "megumi, megumi, megumi..."
you said it over and over, your voice trembling with the intense pleasure you felt.
the sound of his name falling from your lips undid him, his own moans growing louder, more uninhibited.
as the second orgasm washed over you, your pussy tightened and clenched around him, and you came hard on his dick. he felt every ripple, the slick, squeezing heat of your release, making his head throw back as his own control shattered. he lost his composure, the stoic sorcerer vanishing as he let out a sharp, vocal groan, his pace turning urgent and unrefined as he sought his own climax within you. he followed you over the edge, clinging to you as if you were the only thing keeping him from drifting away into the dark.
long after your heartbeats slowed, he didn't move, staying tucked against you with his face hidden in your hair, finally at peace.
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i saw you were taking reqs!! can u plsplspls write a drabble where megumi and his gf clubbing? his gf is like dresses rlly sexy and she's dancing then megumi gets protective over something and then they leave eheheh
the club incident · fushiguro megumi
⊹ megumi being protective while you enjoy yourself clubbing ⊹ warnings: megumi being possessive :3
the club was a sensory battlefield. between the strobe lights, the bass vibrating in your chest and the sheer volume of the music, it felt like your pulse had been hijacked by the speaker system.
the dress you’d chosen before you left home was a dangerous slip of black satin, backless and shimmering, held together by nothing more than a few delicate threads. the fabric caught the light every time you moved, revealing glimpses of skin that felt like a dare.
megumi looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. he had spent most of the night leaning against a pillar, looking like he was counting the seconds until you could leave. he was as of moment at the bar, his drink untouched, his arms crossed, his dark eyes tracking you with a quiet, smoldering intensity that you could feel even from across the room.
then, the crowd surged. a guy in a leather jacket, clearly emboldened by the rhythm, stepped into your space. he didn't just dance near you; he tried to move behind you, his hands rising as if to settle on your bare waist.
he didn't even get close.
megumi didn't run; he appeared with the sudden, jarring speed of a sorcerer. one moment he was at the bar, and the next, he was standing directly behind you. he didn't say a word to the guy, he simply stepped into the gap, his tall, broad shouldered frame acting as a physical eclipse.
he didn't just stand there, though. he reached around you, his large hands sliding firmly onto your hips. the contrast of his calloused palms against your heated skin made you gasp, your rhythm breaking for a split second.
"megumi?" you breathed, looking over your shoulder.
"keep dancing," he muttered, his voice a dark, velvet rasp right against your ear.
he wasn't dancing with you in the traditional sense, he was occupying you. he stayed anchored behind you, his chest pressed flush against your bare back, his hands maintaining a heavy, possessive grip on your hips. he was effectively using his body as a shield, marking his territory in front of the entire room.
the guy who had tried to approach took one look at megumi’s face—the narrowed, lethal eyes and the sharp, dangerous set of his jaw—and immediately backed away, his hands up in a silent 'my bad.'
megumi didn't even spare a glance, his focus shifted onto you. he grabbed your shoulders and pivoted you around until you were pressed chest to chest against him.
"we're done. we're leaving. right now." his palms were warm, contrast to the cold fury in his eyes.
"i was having fun—"
"unless you want me to give them something else to look at."
he reached down and unzipped the dark hoodie he had been wearing, his movements sharp and deliberate. he draped the heavy fabric over your frame, the oversized material swallowing the revealing lines of your dress and smelling of his cedarwood scent. he hooked a firm arm around your waist, anchoring you to his side before you could even pull your sleeves up. he steered you toward the exit with a protective urgency, his hand splayed flat against your hip as if to warn anyone in the vicinity that you were officially off limits.
once you hit the sidewalk, the silence of the street felt like a blessing. megumi finally let out a sigh, his shoulders dropping just a fraction. but he didn't let go of you. he pulled you into his side, his arm heavy and warm as he started the walk home.
"next time you wanna wear something like that and move like that, you can do it at home with the door locked. i'd rather worry about where my hands are going instead of calculating how many people's hands i have to break to get you home."
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· taking care of their gf w pcos on her period ft. gojo, yuta, megumi, itadori
⊹ warnings: fem!reader, mention of period sex
gojo satoru
• gojo’s approach to caregiving is a mix of chaos, unlimited resources and limitless affection. since he can perceive things on an atomic level with his six eyes, he is hyper aware of your physical and mental state
• he absolutely skips meetings. if the elders call, he 'accidentally' drops his phone into a pond
• if you’re feeling down because of hormonal shifts he becomes a total clown. he becomes purposefully annoying in a way that is actually therapeutic. it's his way of making sure the dark side of your hormonal effects don't swallow you completely
• he puts on your favorite romcoms and provides a constant stream of hilarious, biting commentary just to keep you laughing, he does bad 'magic tricks' with his techniques and he tells you the most scandalous secrets about the jujutsu world just to keep your mind occupied, making fun of the elders until you’re giggling
• gojo is impossible to offend because of his massive ego and power so your anger doesn't scare him—it just makes him feel protective
• if you snap he doesn't argue back. if you yell at him he just stops talking, doesn't interrupt you or try to defend himself, he just lets you get it all out
• depending on what comes next he either uses a bit of humor to show you that you haven't pushed him away with your anger attack
"wow! my infinity didn't see that one coming! you've got a deadlier ct than sukuna when you’re on your period."
"my, my! someone’s spicy today. i like it but let’s get you some cookies before you decide to execute me."
• or if your nervous system is really on fire he gets behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. he uses a tiny bit of his ct to literally pull the heat out of your skin if you’re flushed from anger. he holds you firmly, in a way that says 'you can scream all you want, i'm not moving'
• if he sees that you’re actually on the verge of tears after yelling he just holds up his hands in a surrender gesture and softly say something like
"okay, okay. i'm the worst. i'm a big, annoying idiot. what do you need me to do? leave the room? stay? throw this tv out the window for you?"
• if you yelled because he was being too much (too loud, too clingy, too annoying) he actually listens and he transitions into 'silent satoru' mode. he sits on the corner and just stays there like a loyal guard dog, doesn't make a sound but he brings you food and makes sure you're comfortable, showing you he heard your need for space without actually leaving you alone
• he doesn't make you feel guilty later. if you try to apologize an hour later when the mood wave passes, he just waves his hand dismissively
"apologize for what? being a human? don't be boring babe. besides, you looked kinda hot when you were yelling at me. very authoritative."
• if you cry, he drops all the act immediately. the second he hears your breath hitch or sees a tear he stops whatever he is doing. because of his six eyes he sees the cortisol spike, the physical exhaustion take over and the way your body is curling in on itself from the cramps without having to ask you what happened
• he reels you into his space. if you’re sitting on the couch, he slidea behind you and pulls you back against his chest, or he liftsy you entirely into his lap like you weigh nothing. he uses his height to wrap around you, tucking your head firmly under his chin. he creates a pocket of space where it’s just the two of you
• if you break down and start crying he doesn't tell you to calm down, he actually encourages it. he treats your crying as a necessary biological release. he rubs slow, heavy circles into your back, letting you sob until the hormonal wave finally breaks
"there we go. get it all out. my shirt's dry clean only anyway. let's see if we can ruin it."
• since he doesn't cook (he’d probably blow up the kitchen trying to make toast) he uses his wealth and speed to feed you
• he brings you high end wagyu (the best iron source) and organic berries that cost more than a car and ridiculously delicious mochis for your sugar crawings
• if the cramps get bad he uses his rct to generate a perfect, steady heat and transmits it to your body by resting his hand or head on your lower stomach or abdomen
• with the six eyes, he sees your blood flow changing so if a hot flash is coming, he activates a tiny blue to pull the heat away from your skin, acting like a human air conditioner
• if you wake up in the night cramping he is awake the moment he senses your discomfort. he scoops you up entirely and pulls you into his lap like you weigh nothing
• he starts talking in a low, soothing hum, telling you ridiculous stories about his day or gossiping about the school. he rubs your stomach in slow circles with his large hands, using his cursed energy to create a sensation of warmth. he peppers your face with tiny kisses until you crack a smile, even if you’re annoyed
"oh honey, no. is it the internal cursed spirit again?"
"rest easy babe i'll protect you even from your period."
"do you know what yuji did today at school? you couldn't IMAGINE-"
• if your cramps reach a point where they leave you unable to breathe or hyperventilating he doesn't panic because he can't afford to, he becomes the air you're missing. he is used to being the strongest person in any room but seeing you unable to catch your breath triggers a rare, dead serious side of him
• he immediately clears the room. if there’s noise, he shuts it off. if the lights are too bright, he flicks them down. he creates a literal void of sensory input so your nervous system can stop firing
• he pulls you into his chest so you can feel the rise and fall of his ribs against your spine, he makes you feel or listen to his own breathing and heartbeat. deep, slow, and steady. he uses his six eyes to monitor your vitals, knowing exactly when your heart rate starts to dip back to safety
"listen to me breathe, okay? just me. nothing else. you're okay, i'm right here."
"feel the way my heart beats. see? it's beating for you, yeah. you're safe. i got you."
• if you’re overheating from the pain induced panic, he uses a flick of his cursed energy to drop the temperature of the air around you, providing a cooling sensation to help shock you out of the hyperventilation
• once you can breathe again, the cocky attitude stays gone for a while. he tucks your head under his chin and whispers
"that was a scary one for the both of us, princess. nothing is getting to you now. just keep breathing for me."
"there we go... see? you're back. i'd never let you go anywhere."
• since he is a massive cuddler, gojo never takes his hands off you. he wraps his long limbs around you like a literal human cocoon. he likes it when you hide your face in his neck
• even if he is playing a game or he is on his laptop, he has his leg hooked over yours or a hand resting on your ankle. he needs to be touching you to monitor your status—making sure you're still okay
• if you’re feeling insecure about skin flare ups or bloating, he looks you dead in the eye with those mesmerizing six eyes and admire you
"you know i can see everything, right? i see the way your energy moves, the way your heart beats... and let me tell you baby, you’re glowing. if i can’t find a single flaw with these eyes, then they don't exist."
• since pcos fatigue can feel like your brain is completely shut down, he handles all the 'thinking' for the day—ordering food, handling any calls, and filtering out any noise. he takes your phone and puts it on the highest shelf
"you are on pause. if it's really important, they can call me."
• when the pcos depression hits he doesn't spread toxic positivity. if you can’t get out of bed, he gets into the bed, sliding under the covers with you and just stays there until you wanna get up
• he puts up a curtain around the house. no noise from the street, no sunlight if you don't wanna see it and absolutely no intruders. he creates a safe, silent bubble where the world cannot reach you
• if you can't function by any means your boyfriend strongestoru scoops you up and carries you around the house, washes you with expensive soaps and shampoos, dresses you up in his oversize hoodies
• he wraps his entire 6'3" frame around you. he lets you feel or listen to his heartbeat. it's his way of grounding you when your mind is drifting into dark places
• if you spiral and start overthinking he gives you firm but loving reassurances
"listen. i'm the strongest. nothing is a burden to me. not a skyscraper, not a special grade curse and definitely not the woman i love. you aren't difficult to take care of, you're what makes my days better. so stop trying to do my thinking for me, okay?"
• when it comes to sex during period, gojo is the definition of zero taboo. he can't be grossed out under any circumstances, he is the type of guy that defends the idea that 'the sword of a warrior must have blood on it.' in fact, he sees period sex as a tactical advantage for managing your pain
"princess, i've been covered in the blood of special grade curses for ten years. you think a little bit of yours is going to scare me? if anything, it’s just proof your body is doing its thing. now, come here."
• since he can see through you with his six eyes he can tell instantly when your libido rises. he slides his hand under your shirt or the waistband of your shorts. if you try to pull away hinting at the bleeding he just pulls you closer
"i know. and i can feel how much you want this, too. don't try to hide it from me."
• he treats it like a mission to help you relax. he focuses entirely on your pleasure knowing that the uterine contractions during an orgasm can actually help lessen the cramps
• he prefers positions that give the maximum intimacy and don't put pressure on your abdomen
• he doesn't bother to put a towel on the sheets he just buys new ones
• he is gentleman enough to make offer to 'put a stop on this period thing for 9 months'
• gojo treats aftercare like a grand production. he doesn't want you to move a single muscle once you've finished
• he carries you into a pre drawn bath and washes you like you're the most fragile thing in the world while joking about stuff. once you're back in bed he sprawls out all over you and stays like that for a while
okkotsu yuta
• the most empathetic and emotionally attuned caretaker you could evet ask for. since he is hyper sensitive to the weight of emotions because of his past and immense cursed energy he doesn't just see your pain, he feels the shift in the air when you’re hurting. so for a person with pcos yuta is not just a boyfriend—he’s a protective sanctuary
• he absolutely stays home. he is a naturally anxious person when it comes to the safety and well being of those he loves so the idea of you being home alone and in pain while he is on a mission is a nightmare for him. he checks in with gojo or maki to say that he is staying with you
• he keeps the house dim, puts on soft music and makes sure it lacks loud noises that can trigger a headache
• he prefers playing cozy games together while his arm is wrapped around your shoulders or watching funny and 'so bad that it's good' movies of early 2000s and 90's since they're more comforting than high brow cinema in times like this. he makes soft jokes about the plot holes or the fashion choices
• if you snap or yell at him his approach is total de-escalation
• he gets a little closer to you, not away from you. he doesn't flinch or look offended. his shoulders usually drop, and his expression softens into something weary but infinitely patient. he lets you finish. he understands that pcos driven irritability feels like a physical pressure that needs to come out. he doesn't interrupt you
• once you’re tired of the anger attack, he doesn't say something like 'are you done?' instead he reminds you that your attitude hasn't drawn him away and he is there for you
"i'm sorry you’re dealing with all this, love. i'm not going anywhere. if yelling at me helps even a little bit, then keep going. i can take it."
• since he knows that anger can turn into guilt immediately after, he acts like nothing happened. if you try to apologize he smiles and offers you a gentle touch
"i know it's a hard thing to manage. you're allowed to let it all out. i'm not mad at you, i promise."
• if you cry, this is where yuta's protective instincts go into overdrive. seeing you cry because you're exhausted, in painnor just feeling everything all at once makes him move with a very specific, quiet urgency
• since he is a very physical comforter he pulls you into his lap or wraps himself around you from behind and lets you feel his heartbeat. he wants you to feel the physical weight of his presence as an anchor
• he presses his forehead against yours or bury his face in your neck to ground you. he matches your breathing to his by slowly deepening his breaths until your heart rate starts to follow his lead
• he cuddles you or entwines his fingers with yours and keep them locked there for hours while you watch a movie as a distraction
• he is careful about what he feeds you, he makes iron rich or anti inflammatory food and teas that can possibly help ease the cramps or your blood to flow more smoothly. if you crave something specific it magically appears in his hands
• when the cramps get bad he uses rct to target the inflammation in your pelvic floor and the muscle tension in your lower back and abdomen while cuddling you and talking about his week to distract you
• he is very observant of your body temperature. if you’re having a cold flash, he turns into a human blanket and wraps himself around you. if you're too hot, he opens a window or the ac and
• if you wake up in the middle of the night cramping he instantly wakes up, looking a bit worried with his eyes soft and full of concern. he pulls you into a tight embrace, murmuring apologies as if he is sorry he can't take your pain away for you
"i'm so sorry, love. i know it hurts so much. if could take this pain for you i'd do it in a heartbeat. i hate that i can't fix this for you... but i'm not leaving your side for a second until it stops. i've always got you."
• if the cramps get you unable to breathe or hyperventilate his reaction is visceral and empathetic. you can actually see pain in his eyes because if you're hurting he is hurting too
• he gets right in your face. not to crowd you but to catch your eyes. he takes your hands and press them flat against his own chest, making you feel his heartbeat
"look at me. look right into my eyes. you're okay. can you feel my heartbeat? it's gonna pass."
"you're safe, i'm right here, love. nothing can get to you while i'm here, okay?"
• once that sharp gasping phase starts to soften into shaky, regular breaths yuta's posture relaxes, but his focus remains entirely on you. he doesn't pull away and leans his forehead against yours, his own breath hitching slightly in relief
"i'm so sorry it hurts this much. i'm right here. i'm holding onto you. i won’t let go until you’re completely steady."
• while you're struggling for air, he uses his thumbs to rub the pressure points in your palms or the back of your neck. it's his grounding technique to force your brain to process a different sensation than the abdominal pain
• he puts his hand on your abdomen and whispers assurances while playing with your until you fall back asleep. he doesn't sleep for a while just in case until he is sure that you're comfortable and watches over you to make sure the pain isn't returning, he silently holds you
• when the fatigue and brain fog hits he steps in to handle the thinking so your brain can rest
• since yuta knows that brain fog makes simple decisions feel like impossible problems he switches to offering two options, narrowing everything down to simple choices
• he remembers things you're likely to forget and reminds or does them without you realizing. he also handles the calls and texts coming your way if you don't have the energy to do it
• he touches you all the time even in subtle ways to reassure you that he is there.
• absolutely cuddles you. he is the ultimate big spoon, he tucks his knees behind yours and wrap his arms around your stomach while you're cuddling
• he kisses your forehead, your face, your temples and the palms of your hands. he makes you feel like you are something fragile and precious that he’s been tasked to guard
• when the pcos depression breaks you down yuta becomes a human shield. he blocks everything that makes you uncomfortable or might make you spiral even more, he puts himself between you and the rest of the world
• he doesn't try to fix your depression with logic. he lets you be and he silently accompanies your mood
• if you stop functioning entirely, he functions for you. he picks you up and carries you wherever you wanna go in the house, he decides the menu, washes you and brushes your hair
• if you enter an overthinking spiral he doesn't just listen to you, he absorbes your anxieties. since he is an empath by nature he senses the negative energy of your thoughts before you even speak
• when he notices the distant, distracted look in your eyes his first instinct is to ground you. he gets closer to you. he gently takes your hands and brings them to his lips or pulls you into his lap, burying his face in the crook of your neck and just breathes with you
"i know what your brain is telling you right now. it's telling you that i'm tired of this, or that you're too much to handle. but it's lying. you aren't a task to be completed, you're the person i love. being with you is all i want, no matter how tired you are."
"we'll figure everything out together. you don't have to worry about it all by yourself, love."
"i've been through the dark parts of my own mind too. i know how it is to be alone there and i'm never going to let you be alone in yours. if you’re lost in the fog, i'll stay in the fog with you until it lifts. i'm not going anywhere. i love you, all of you. especially the parts you’re afraid of and don't like."
• if you feel unattractive he looks at you with such genuine, watery eyed devotion that you can't help but to believe in the things he says
"i see how hard your body is working for you. it's beautiful to me. you're the strongest and the most beautiful person i know."
• he is in favor of period sex if you wanna, the blood doesn't phase him at all. if anything he seea it as a way to manage your pain and show you how attracted he is to every possible version of you
• yuta never assumes. even if you usually have a high drive during your period, he asks every single time with zero pressure while cuddling
"i know you’re hurting, but imalso know you said this helps sometimes... do you want to try? we can stop the second you feel a cramp."
• he is focused completely on the sensation it creates on you. he watches you carefuly and stops at the very moment he feels like you're uncomfortable
• prefers positions that don't put pressure on your abdomen so it doesn't worsen your pain
• his aftercare is deeply emotional and extremely tender. he doesn't let go of you even if he is looking for a towel to clean you up. he stays tucked into you and plays with your hair while whispering soft thing into your ear
fushiguro megumi
• megumi doesn’t see your period like a problem to be solved or a burden to endure, he treats it like a shift in weather
• he stays home if he doesn't have a very urgent mission or if there's someone else available for it instead of him
• he prefers low energy bonding like reading together, rewatching comfort movies and sometimes he summons one of his shikigamis (the demon dogs mostly) just to distract you or give you something soft to pet
• if you snap or yell at him he adapts the stoic wall strategy. his first instinct is to freeze and observe. he doesn't interrupt you or shout over you. he just stands there, hands likely in his pockets or crossed over his chest. he listens and tries to figure out the source of the outburst
• once you finish your vent he usually responds with a very quiet, level headed question but not meant to be condescending, he genuinely wants to know if there is a logic based problem he needs to fix
"are you done?"
"do you really mean that or are you just hurting?"
• if he feels the air is too tense he silently walks out of the room but not like he is storming off, just giving you the room to breathe. he goes to the kitchen to prepare food or check on the dogs, returning ten minutes later as if nothing happened
• he isn't the type to demand an apology. he reappears with your favorite snack or a drink you like in his hand. it's his way of saying 'i'm not mad at you and i know you're struggling.'
• if you start to cry, megumi's reaction is a mix of slight panic and immediate, protective focus. he is not the most emotional person so he doesn't give you a long, poetic speech but he is entirely devoted to making the crying stop
• when your eyes get watery, for a split second he freezes. he has a deep seated instinct to protect the people he cares about and sadness is an enemy he can’t fight with a cursed technique. he blinks, his expression softening from his usual stoicism into something more vulnerable and concerned
• he moves into your space quietly. if you’re sitting he sits next to you, shoulder to shouldernso you don't feel observed while you're vulnerable. he offers a grounding touch. he rests a hand on your waist or offers you his shoulder to lean on. if you reach for him, he immediately pulls you into his lap or chest, holding you with a surprising amount of strength
• since megumi is a man of few words, he is an excellent listener. he doesn't tell you to 'chill' or 'it's not that bad' he stays silent and lets you sob it out. he understands that sometimes the pain (physical or emotional) just needs to vent
• if he feels like he is not enough to comfort you, he might cheat and bring in backup. sometimes a divine dog suddenly appears and rests its heavy head in your lap. megumi knows their fur is soft and their presence is soothing in a way humans can't always replicate
• he is health conscious so he makes iron rich meals and anti inflammotary teas but if you crave something specific he immediately goes out and gets it
• when the cramps get bad sometimes he summons a divine dog to lay across your mid section or he hugs you and rests his hand (which is surprisingly warm) on your abdomen if you want him instead. he also tracks the timing of the painkillers and appears with a glass of water and a pill when he senses your discomfort
• megumi is a light sleeper so the moment you shift or let out a small gasp of pain, he is awake. he doesn't bolt upright, he just opens his eyes and assesses the situation instantly
• he reaches out a hand to find yours under the covers, checking your grip strength to understand how much pain you’re in. he doesn't ask if you're okay because the answer is obvious. instead he whispers to wait there and he appears again with a glass of water and a painkiller in three minutes
• he plays with your hair or trace absentminded patterns on your skin while letting you listen to his heartbeat until you drift back off. he doesn't sleep until he's sure you're sleeping comfortably
• if it gets to the point where you can't find a position that allows you to breathe or start hyperventilating, megumi doesn't panic. his voice remains a low, grounding hum, the kind of tone that cuts through your internal panic
• he lays behind you or pulls you into his chest, still leaving room for you so you don't feel trapped. he holds you gently but firmly, making you feel or listen to his heartbeat either by placing your hand on his chest or leaning your head against it
"hey, hey... look at me. focus on me. we're gonna breathe, okay? slowly. i'll count to four."
"focus on my voice. just my voice. i'm right here, i'm not letting you go. just keep focusing on my voice."
• the second he feels your heart rate start to dip and your lungs relax, the tactical edge in his voice softens into something much more intimate. he leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes in a brief, silent moment of relief and stays still for a while
"there... that’s it. you're okay now. just stay still, don't move yet."
"i wish i could take that struggle off your hands. it's frustrating... seeing you have to fight that hard just to breathe. you're incredibly strong, you know that?"
• or he presses a lingering kiss to the back of your neck and keeps his hand resting firmly on your hip or stomach until he feels your muscles finally relax and your breathing evens out
• when the pcos fatigue hits megumi steps in as your external processor. he doesn't find it annoying, he finds it a logical problem to solve
• if you’re mid sentence and lose your train of thought, he doesn't rush you or finish your sentence in a way that feels condescending. he waits a beat, then gently offers a prompt or a word
• since brain fog can make even small choices feel monumental once he realizes the glassy look in your eyes he doesn't ask you questions like 'what do you want?' he switches to binary choices or directly takes the lead
• he silently takes over your mental load. if you have things to do and he can do them, he handles it
• if the pcos depression hits he just lets you be because he knows it's not something to be fixed
• he doesn't ask why you're sad because he understands the answer is often 'my hormones are imbalanced.' instead, he just accepts your mood as a current fact. he brings his work or a book into whatever room you are in. he doesn't force conversation if you don't wanna talk. it's his way of letting you know that your depression hasn't driven him away
• if you get to a point where you lose the motivation to do even the basic things megumi steps up. he carries you to the bathroom, washes you, brushes your hair, dresses you and tucks you in, brings your safe foods
• if you explore body image issues he looks you dead in the eye and say something simple but heavy with truth
"you're still the most beautiful person i know."
• he becomes more physically affectionate in a steady way, holding your hand or resting his head on your shoulder to prove he still wants to be near you regardless of how you feel about yourself
• if the overthinking phase hits he becomes an anchor. he holds you gently but firmly as he offers simple but effective reassurances
"i'm not going anywhere, okay? your brain is lying to you but i'm telling you the truth. you're enough."
"i chose to be here. i know exactly who you are, even on the days you don't recognize yourself. i'm not going anywhere so you can stop trying to push me away with those thoughts."
"taking care of you isn't a difficult, it’s what i wanna do. it's one of the few things in my life that actually makes sense. so when you feel bad for needing me, you’re being sad for giving me a reason to stay. don't. just let me be here."
• he is up for period sex if you wanna do it. megumi is not the slightest grossed out since deals with messes on daily basis. your bleeding is just a natural, biological process of the person he loves
• megumi usually starts with a very functional, caring gesture that slowly melts into something more. he rubs your lower back or your stomach while you're laying against him and he pays close attention to your reaction. he whispers into your ear
"do you wanna rest instead or am i continuing?"
• or if he sees that look on your eyes he doesn't even ask. if you bring it up or if things start getting heated and you stop to warn him just looks at you with a steady, neutral gaze
"i don't care about that. it's nothing but your body doing what it's supposed to do. if you're comfortable and you're not in too much pain, then i'm fine."
• he pays extreme attention to your reaction and is focused entirely on practicality of the sex and your pleasure, he prefers positions that you'd be comfortable in. if he senses muscle tension, hears your breath hitching or ses that you're in pain he stops instantly
• megumi's aftercare is about efficieny and grounding. his actions are incredibly loud
• he is the first to move but only to take care of you. he returns with a glass of water, painkillers just in case and a towel so he can gently clean you up. if he needs to go to the kitchen to get food he summons kon so he doesn't have to get out of bed and leave you
• he wraps himself around you and gently rubs your back
itadori yuuji
• yuji is essentially a human golden retriever with a high powered heater built in so he is the absolute gold standard for a person with pcos
• he stays home without a second thought. he checks in with megumi and gojo before you can even finish the sentence that hints him you aren't feeling good
• he puts on a bad movie marathon with funnier reactions than the movies themselves. we're talking about things like dramatic gasps on the things he didn't see coming, getting super excited during certain parts or he plays stress free games with you
• if you end up snapping or yelling at yuji, his reaction would likely be the most disarming thing in the world. he is not the type to get defensive or yell back, he has an incredibly high emotional IQ and a very thick skin
• he just blinks, tilts his head, and lets the words wash over him. he doesn't take it personally because he knows it's the pain and the hormonal exhaustion talking, not you. instead of arguing back, he waits for a beat and says something that hints he gets you
"whoa, okay. you're really feeling it right now, huh? i'm sorry, i didn't mean to get under your skin."
• he is very intuitive. after you snap, he tries to gauge what you actually need
"i hear you. if you need some total yuji-free time i'll go in the kitchen and prepare food but just call me out if you change your mind or want anything, deal?"
"do you want a hug or should i stay on the other side of the couch?"
• one of the best things about yuji is that he doesn't keep score. when the anger washes off you still find him where he already was, ready to hand you favorite drink or show you a funny video. if you attempt to apologize he just waves his hand and gently smiles at you
"we all have our moments hun. i know you're dealing with a lot, you don't have to apologize for being a human in front of me."
• if you start crying because of hormonal imbalance his first instinct is physical comfort. he immediately drops whatever he is doing and comes to you. he knows it's the hormones so instead of asking he wraps his arm around you in a firm, bear hug. his voice drops into a low, steady tone he uses when he is being serious and protective
"it's okay angel. you've been holding in a lot today, haven't you?"
• yuji is an excellent cook. he does a quick research of what your body lacks during period and what might ease your symptoms, then he gets to work
• when the cramps hit bad his cheerful caretaker attitude shifts into a very focused and protective one but he doesn't panic. since he is a walking heater he lays down and spoons you, putting his hands on the area that's cramping
• if you wake up at night cramping he wakes up instantly with you, he instinctively reaches for your stomach, his large hand acting like a heating pad to try and soothe the muscles
"hey, hey... you okay? is it the cramps again?"
• he keeps an emergency kit of painkillers and a glass of water at the nightstand, he gives you a pill if he can't help you
• he talks about school, the missions and his week to distract you, he only sleeps when he is sure you drifted off first
• when the brain fog hits and even deciding what to wear or what to eat feels like solving a complex equation he takes the executive function off your hands
• he decides the menu, handles the chores, puts the items you might need like your laptop, phone or charger in front of you so you won't have to look for them. if you're struggling to find your words he doesn't force you to communicate. he encourages you to let your phone blow up if you don't feel like dealing with people
"your body is working ten times harder than mine right now just to keep things balanced. of course you're tired, hun. you have every right to be."
• yuji's one of greatest strengths is that he doesn't need you to be 'on' for him. if you’re stuck in a depressive episode where you can’t get out of bed or stop crying, he doesn't look at you with disappointment, he matches with you. he takes over the executive part of the day with actions such as climbing on the bed with you and quietly bringing your safe foods
"you don't have to be happy today. you don't even have to talk if you don't wanna. i'm just gonna hang out here with you, okay?"
• yuji's view on period sex would be defined by his trademark combination of high emotional intelligence, zero squeamishness and an intense focus on your comfort. as someone who has spent his life around blood, injuries and the physical realities of being a sorcerer, he is not grossed out by natural bodily functions
"it's just blood, honey. i've seen way worse just a few days ago. if you’re feeling up for it, I’m definitely up for it."
• not 'can we?' but 'is it gonna help you?'
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i love the way you write!!! ive read ALL of the posts you made about yuuta and it makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside, especially the domestic life one heheh. im not sure if you like writing smut or not, so you can totally ignore this if you want! putting thaaat aside, can i request yuuta making love to reader while she's wearing his promise ring? cauuuseee we're just messy like that 🥴🥴🥴 again you can TOTALLY ignore this if you want! this just has been on my mind and i need to let this out someway or another....
promise ring · okkotsu yuta
⊹ a/n: thank u love i tried my best writing this 😭😭 also i got a few drafts waiting to be posted that include our baby so stay tuned <3. ⊹ warnings: fem!reader, nsfw, minors dni
the atmosphere is thick with a quiet, humid intensity. the kind that only exists when the rest of the world has been completely shut out. as yuta settles between your thighs, he moves with a slow, agonizingly careful grace.
he takes your hand, the one bearing his promise ring, and brings it to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to the metal and then to your knuckles before pinning your hand gently above your head. the contrast is sharp. his large, calloused palm against your skin and the cold silver of the ring pressed between the two of you. it serves as a constant, tactile reminder of his bond with you. when he kisses you it’s slow and deep, tasting of a quiet, desperate sort of relief as if he is finally coming home after a long journey.
when he pushes into you it's a slow, deliberate sink. he interlaces his fingers with yours, steadying himself against the overwhelming pleasure he gets only by sliding himself deep into you. he presses your hand back against the pillow so that the ring is pressed firmly between your palms. his pace is steady and soulful, each thrust a silent vow. he keeps his gaze locked onto yours, he's attentive to the smallest shifts in your body. the way your back arches, the sharp intake of your breath, the way your fingers twitch against his. his own breath hitches in sync with your moans.
his free hand slips between his waist and your abdomen, finding the spot that makes you lose your breath. he starts circling your clit as he pushes himself deep into you.
"look at me." he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly register you rarely hear. he doesn't want you to look away. he wants to be the only thing you feel, the only thing you know. when you meet his gaze, you see the sheer depth of his hunger. it's not just physical. it’s a need to be anchored, to be seen, to belong completely and only to you.
the silver of the promise ring catches the light with every movement of your hand as you reach for him, your nails digging into the muscles of his back. he feels the sting and it only drives him harder. he pace becomes punishingly beautiful, a grounding rhythm that makes the bedframe groan with him.
"i've got you." his voice a low, jagged growl near your ear. "you're mine. only mine."
his leans down, gently bites the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you with a claim that is as much a brand as the ring on your finger.
his movements are deep and rhythmic, driven by a desperate sort of hunger that he usually keeps tightly under wraps. there is a weight to him. it's not just physical, but an emotional gravity that pulls you toward him. he lets out low, shaky exhales against your skin, his forehead resting against yours so he can feel the heat radiating off you.
he leans down, his chest brushing against yours, creating a friction that sends sparks through your nerves. his kisses migrate from your lips to the sensitive curve of your jaw, his breath hot and ragged against your ear.
as his pace quickens, his control starts to fray. his hands slide from your wrists to your waist, his fingers digging in just enough to anchor you as he pulls you flush against him. you can feel the tension in his shoulders, the ripple of muscle as he drives into you with a soul baring honesty. his movements become more urgent, more demanding, as if he’s trying to pour every unspoken word and every ounce of his protective instinct into the physical act.
he begins to trail kisses down your throat, his teeth grazing your collarbone in a way that makes your toes curl. "everything," he rasps, his voice vibrating against your skin, "i give you everything."
as the friction builds up to a blinding climax yuta's movements become more primal. his eyes widen, he drinks the sight of you moaning and shaking under him. that sight is what finally pushes him over. his composure fractures and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his grip on your waist tightening. he isn't just making love, he is binding his soul to yours. he cums, groaning in a low, deep tone that makes your mind go blank.
he doesn't let you go, he never will. he pulls you into his chest and wraps his limbs around you like he is trying to stand between you and the rest of the world, his eyes worship you with a gaze full of nothing but pure love and adoration.
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· domestic life with jjk men ft. gojo, yuta
⊹ warnings: fem!reader, mention of depression, spiraling
GOJO SATORU
˚༄ mornings with him are chaotic but soft
• sometimes he wakes up late on purpose just to pull you back into bed, wraps himself around you to stop you from getting up
"baby five more minutes, you're so warm... okay 10, i'll negotiate."
"you're not getting up without me."
• you rarely get up on time with him but he doesn't care
• he flops on top of you to prevent you from getting off the bed
• one of his favorite things is to sit on the edge of the bed and just watch you wake up. when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is him leaning over you, no blindfold, eyes glowing in the morning light
"morning, sleepyhead. ready for the best day ever with the best boyfriend ever?"
• he makes (orders) you a balanced, healthy breakfast but his own plate is just pure sugar and a very sweet latte
• talks to himself or sings loudly while he's making breakfast either to annoy you or wake you up cause he's awake and so he wants your attention
˚༄ house chores with him are fun
• he pretends cleaning is a high-stakes battle, vacuuming is like a samurai fight scene, dusting like is he’s dueling invisible enemies
• secretly does chores you hate but makes it look like a joke so it doesn’t feel like he's working
"vacuum vs gojo: final showdown. spoiler alert: i win."
"i dusted, i conquered, i survived. now my queen may smile.”
• he has zero concept of how a washing machine works. he throws expensive designer shirts in with your gym clothes on a heavy-duty cycle so you eventually had to ban him from the laundry room for the sake of his wardrobe (and your sanity)
• piles laundry dramatically and makes you fold it together as a 'game'
• he randomly reorganizes things for fun sometimes annoyingly, sometimes pleasantly by making your space more convenient
˚༄ clinginess in the most casual way
• personal space? never heard of such a concept
• gojo is a physical leaner. if you’re washing dishes, he hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder, if you’re on the couch reading his legs are draped over yours, if you're watching a movie he snuggles up to you like a cat and demands to be paid attention to
• pokes or tickles you just to get a laugh then swoops in for hugs or kisses
• never goes to sleep without you and never lets you go to sleep without him
"you're tired too, you just don’t know it yet. let me show you."
"oh you think you can stay awake? cute but wrong."
"c'mon, it’s gonna be nice… quiet, soft, just us."
"fine, fine… you sleep, i sleep… but only because it’s you."
˚༄ night routine with him is unexpectedly soft
• he dramatically announces bedtime
"baby prepare yourself… bedtime is mandatory and i'm the enforcer.”
• adjusts the pillows and the light, makes it cozy
• even if he is not going to sleep he goes to bed with you just to cuddle and be with you because he loves the intimacy
• uses you as a pillow or wraps himself around you like a giant octopus while he continues to look at his phone or read over your shoulder
• he lets you choose the cuddling position from the following three: spooning, you curling up to his neck, or your head on his chest
• he stays alert until he knows you’re settled and asleep even if he is already tired
• he wakes up during the night for a moment and instictively checks if you kicked the covers off you, if so he covers you back
• when he is asleep his infinity is usually active but your touch is whitelisted in his subconscious so you don't hit his invisible barrier, it's the ultimate 'i love you'
• if you can't drift off he talks about literally nothing until you fall asleep cause he knows his voice calms you
• sleeps entangled with you, legs intertwined and arms wrapped around each other
• if you wake up in discomfort (cramps, nightmares, anxiety) he is instantly awake
• he rubs your lower back or stomach, pulls you even closer to him and hums or whispers
"hey... it's okay, i've got you”
• if you move even slightly away from he senses it and pulls you back to himself instinctively
• he prefers the both of you sleeping in your underwear cause he loves being skin to skin with you and he knows you can't get cold cause he's right next to you as your human heater
˚༄ his emotional and mental support is constant
• when the strongest sorcerer in the world—a man who literally carries the weight of the balance of the world on his shoulders—sees his person struggling his entire energy shifts, he drops the invincible act immediately
• he doesn't just sympathize. he approaches your mental health with the same terrifyingly efficient focus he uses in a fight, but with a tenderness he shows no one else
• because of his six eyes he can see the physiological changes in you before you even realize you're spiraling, he notices your breathing is slightly shallower and your cursed energy or just your vibe is jagged
• he doesn't always ask because he knows sometimes it's a hard question to answer so he just appears next to you, places a hand on your head, and gently ruffle your hair
• however if he feels he needs to or he can, he asks softly
"wanna tell me what's on your mind baby?"
"you know i notice when you're not okay, right? wanna talk about it?"
"what's got that serious face on… and can i fix it?"
"is it something i can fix for you?"
• he is incredibly observant and even without his six eyes he noticies the tiniest cues and shifts in the most natural way because he's learned you
• when you're mentally unwell he physically blocks people from bothering you. if your phone's blowing up with texts you don't wanna deal with he 'accidentally' misplace it for an hour or so while he distracts you
• he knows what it’s like to feel like you have to be 'on' all the time so he holds you as long as you need him to and softly whispers reassurances
"you don't have to be strong right now. i'm strong enough for both of us. just be."
"i understand... sometimes it's hard but we'll figure everything out together."
"i'm here and i'll always help you babe."
• if you don't wanna talk he quietly exists with you
• no matter how chaotic it's out there for him he at home he's grounded for you
• he is a very tactile healer. he pulls you into his lap and let you listen to his heartbeat, since he uses rct constantly he always feels solid and warm
• even when he is the one who had a rough day his prescence is calming
• he behaves extra ridiculous; he makes terrible puns and jokes or do 'magic tricks' with his infinity just to get even a tiny, tired smile out of you
• if you have anxiety attacks or panic he talks to you a firm, low voice. he holds your hands, make you match his breathing and stays perfectly still until he's sure you're okay
• if you're depressed or lethargic he doesn't judge you for staying in bed instead he climbs in with you
• he brings 'bed-friendly' (in his terms) snacks and puts on a mindless movie, happy to just exist in the dark with you
• if you're overwhelmed and break down crying he becomes a human shield
• he wraps his arms (and his infinity) around you so the rest of the world literally cannot touch you while you let it out
• the most telling part of his behavior is that he stops talking, usually he is a chatterbox but when you’re hurting he becomes remarkably quiet
• so he listens. lets you vent for hours without interrupting, his blue eyes fixed on yours with a depth of empathy that most people never get to see
˚༄ weekends with him are unpredictable
• saturday is gojo's rot day, after a week of saving the world, he wants to pretend he doesn't have a single responsibility
• he wakes up around 11pm and he refuses to leave the bed. if you try to get up he uses his infinity to trap you under the covers with him until he decides he’s had enough morning cuddles
• he assembles brunch, he orders delivery from god knows how many different places—one for the best pancakes, one for the best fruit, and one for a specific coffee so the kitchen counter becomes a graveyard of expensive takeout containers
• then he moves onto his useless phase. he spends three hours lying horizontally on the sofa with his head in your lap, demanding you play with his hair while he watches trashy reality tv or scrolls through memes to show you
• by evening his energy spikes and you find yourself either on teleportation or normal dates or a shopping spree
• normal dates with gojo usually mean vip underground places, he likes high contrast places and environments. you can't expect the strongest to go on actual normal dates
• his first go to date are vip only lounges in the heart of shibuya where the entry fee alone is enough to buy a small car. he rents out the entire owner's table and order the most expensive champagne on the menu just to use it as a mixer for his fruit juice because he doesn't like the taste of alcohol
• the second one is places with puzzle entrances, he doesn't tell you where you’re going. he leads you to a row of lockers, watch you look confused, and then pull a specific handle that swings open to reveal a sprawling, velvet-lined underground jazz bar or some high class club
• the third and his favorite: private or no-entry rooftops. gojo has connections everywhere, he loves taking you to a private, helipad or a garden on top of a building owned by a wealthy clan he once helped
• he uses his ct to bring a 5-star dinner from a ginza restaurant directly to the roof. you sit on a designer rug in the middle of a helipad, surrounded by the silence of the upper atmosphere
• or he uses infinity to create a literal floor in mid-air so you can sit comfortably without falling. he brings a weighted blanket and a 5-star takeout meal
• this is where he is most affectionate regarding pda. without the noise of the city or the eyes of his students, he pulls you into his lap and just watch the lights of tokyo sparkle below
"if i let go of the world, it might fall apart. but if i let go of you? i'd fall apart so sorry, you’re stuck with me."
"everything down there is so small. The people, the problems, the fear... it’s all insignificant. but you? you're the only thing in this entire world that feels bigger than me. and i'm the strongest there is, so that’s really saying something."
• if it's a shopping spree day he treats his credit card like it has infinite health points, buys everything that your gaze lingers on and he doesn't even look at the bill, just hands over a black credit card and keeps talking to you about a cat he saw earlier
• sunday is when he tries to act like a regular boyfriend
• total bum mode. oversized hoodies, grey sweatpants, and messy hair. he looks like a college student who hasn't seen the sun
• more trashy tv, he talks constantly throughout the movie; making fun of everything and roasting the life decisions of the character
• he spends an hour or two grading his students' reports. he reads the funny ones out loud to you, complaining about how 'his kids' are such headaches but the look in his eyes is pure affection
• then he proceeds to the brainrot phase again starring video games this time, because of his six eyes his reaction time is literal milliseconds, which makes him nearly unbeatable—and he is insufferable to play against
• if you're playing a horror game he intentionally walks into a jump-scare just to see if he can scare you
• he has a thing he calls 'the gojo control grip' he sits behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist so he can 'help' you aim. you feel his chin resting on your shoulder and his white hair tickling your cheek as he whispers exactly when to press the buttons
• toward the end of a long sunday of gaming and movies, his energy gets heavy and sweet. he stops the annoying gamer act, puts the controller down, and pulls you into his chest
''y'know out there, everyone wants me to solve their problems but in here? you just want me to finish the tasks of a game or pick a movie. it's the only time my brain feels like it’s actually on vacation. thanks for being my pause button, babe."
• by the time the sun starts to set, gojo winds down. he gets something to drink leads you out to the balcony to watch the sunset together
• he seats you on the swing but more often than not, he just sits on the floor of the balcony and pull you between his knees so you can lean back against his chest
• he wraps his long arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. he is heavy and warm, a solid weight that reminds you he’s actually there
• he talks about nothing and everything; his students, his planned future with you and his feelings in the softest voice as he breathes your scent in
"i spend all week looking at 'ends.' end of missions, end of curses, end of problems. but watching the day end with you? it's the only 'end' that doesn't feel heavy. it just feels like a reset."
"you see megumi, yuji, yuta, maki... they’re so stubborn, i love that about them. i'm raising them to be strong, yeah, but i'm really raising them to be free. i don't want them to ever feel as alone as i did at their age."
"i want to see what happens when the dust settles. i want to see megumi actually smile for once and i want to see yuji eat a meal without worrying about a finger. and i want to see you every single morning without having to leave our bed and go deal with the world. that's the only future i'm actually fighting for."
"we'll have the kids over for dinner. they'll complain about my cooking—which will be terrible, obviously—and they’ll roll their eyes at us. we'll be the 'cool aunt and uncle' who actually changed the world so they didn't have to."
"i know i'm a lot to handle. i know my life is a mess of curses and politics but i'm building a space in the middle of all that chaos just for you. and one day, that space is going to be our entire world. just wait for me, yeah? i'm going to give you a future that’s actually worth living in."
˚༄ other gojo-ish things he does that are fun, teasing, loving and caring
• he loves to 'supervise' you when you’re doing things, often hovering over you with annoying commentary
"are you sure you're doing it right?"
"let me demonstrate... dramatically."
• sometimes you catch him just looking at you from across the room. because of the six eyes he processes every atom of your being and when ask what he's doing, he just grins and says something flirty
"just making sure you’re still the prettiest thing in the room. update: you are."
• he loves using infinity for the most mundane things, if you try to throw something at him he leaves it active just to watch that something hover an inch from his face while he smirks at you
• he goes out for milk, comes back with a new espresso machine, three designer bags, and a giant plushie because ' it ooked like you, babe.'
• he uses his height to put things on the highest shelves specifically so you have to ask him for help, then he attempts to charm you by dramatically presenting them to you
"a gift from your tall, handsome knight.”
• he finds the "can you reach this?" request incredibly endearing
• his tone is always calm, soft and low when it's just the two of you
• on rainy days, he pus you into a nest of fluffy blankets and just talks. it's one of the moments when his 'the strongest' persona drops
• he always knows when you're arriving home before you even turn the key, he stands right behind the door to 'scare' you (read: hug you immediately)
• he has secret snack stashes everywhere in the house, hidden in the weirdest places—behind the laundry detergent, in your sock drawer... he claims it's for 'emergencies' but the emergency is usually just 11:00 pm on a tuesday
• if you’re eating something, he steals a bite even if he has his own. especially if he has his own, it's a mandatory tax for being the strongest's girlfriend
OKKOTSU YUTA
˚༄ mornings with him are quiet and peaceful
• he wakes up early but he is very still, he just lies there and watches you sleep with a look of pure disbelief that he gets to have this life
• after years of isolation and fear, seeing you peacefully resting in his bed is his daily proof that he’s found a home
• he is the king of 'five more minutes' of cuddling
• he is incredibly careful not to wake you while he gets out of bed to go make breakfast, he untangles himself from your limbs with surgical precision and makes sure the covers are still on you
• after he gets off the bed he goes to the kitchen to make a balanced breakfast before you wake up, if he hears you stir he instantly makes coffee and hands it you with the most adorable smile before giving you a good morning kiss when you walk into the kitchen
• yuta is a very sentimental person and he is always a little worried when he has to leave for a mission
• he pulls you into a deep hug, buries his face in the crook of your neck and take a long breath, memorizing your scent to carry with him throughout the day
• he always says some variation of, 'i'll be back early' or 'text me what you want for dinner, i'll shop'. to him, these mundane promises are a vow that he will make it home safely, no matter what curse he's facing
˚༄ house chores with him are a form of grounding
• after years of feeling like his power was destructive, performing mundane and constructive tasks like folding laundry or scrubbing a sink feels incredibly healing to him
• sharing a home with him means living in one of the cleanest, most organized spaces in tokyo purely because he finds peace in the order
• he never lets you do the chores you hate. in fact he rarely lets you do the chores no matter how tired he is, he likes doing them cause ordinary work is a form of grounding for him
"i've got it love, really. go pick a movie for us, i'll finish up in a bit."
• but if you're doing them together you don't seperate. if you're doing something in the kitchen he is in the kitchen, if you move to the living room to dust he is right there to vacuum
• he pauses every few minutes to look at you and smiles
• if he sees you struggling with a heavy basket or reaching for a high shelf he is behind you in a heartbeat, taking the weight before you even have to ask
• if a load of laundry just came out of the dryer, he wait until you aren't looking and drape a warm, fluffy towel over your head, laughing softly when you peek out
• when you're cooking together he's so observant that he has the salt ready before you reach for it or he starts washing the knife you just put down
• he loves it when you offer him a bite of whatever you’re making
• he always does the dishes cause he doesn't want chemicals touching your skin
˚༄ clinginess in a subconscious and subtle way
• yuta has a subconscious need to be physically connected to you when you’re in the same room. it's not always a full body cling but at least a tether like
• if you’re sitting on the couch, instead of sitting next to you sometimes he sits on the floor between your legs, leaning his entire weight back against you
• he loves it when you play with his hair, it's one of the few things that can actually make him drift off into a nap
• when he can't be physically touching you, he clings to your scent. if you’re away for the day, he naps on your side of the bed because it smells like you (hugging your clothes at the same time)
• his clinginess is also mental, he needs to know you feel at peace.
• if you go into another room for a while comes to check on you under the disguise of 'needing a tshirt' or 'asking you a quick question'
• he just needs to see you for a second to reset his internal anxiety so once he sees you’re okay, he smiles softly, give you a quick kiss and wander back to what he was doing
• yuta is a magnet in bed. no matter how big the bed is, you wake up with zero space between you
• he has a habit of tucking his face into the crook of your neck or yours into him when you sleep
• his clinginess is most visible when one of you has to leave the house
• yuta is the king of the lingering goodbye. he finds one more thing to tell you, one more stray hair to tuck behind your ear or one more quick hug
• even inside the house if you're going to another room he finds an excuse to go too just cause he wants to walk those ten feet with you
˚༄ nights with him are soft and safe
• night time is is when the 'special grade' weight finally leaves his shoulders. yuta is someone who has spent a lot of his life feeling haunted or isolated so the quiet hours of the night with you are incredibly precious to him
• he is the king of mood lighting, he turns off the big lights and switches on warm lamps or candles cause he wants the world to feel small and contained
• he makes a pot of some kind of herbal tea and brings out snacks, this is the most talkative part of yuta's day
• he tells you about his day. something toge did, a funny thing that panda said or a cute cat he saw, kind of curses they dealt with and wants to hear all about your day too
• he carries a lot of tension in cause of his massive cursed energy so at the end of the day he loves a long, warm bath. if you join him he’s very respectful and gentle, usually using the time to wash your hair and enjoy the intimacy you two have
• he has no understanding of personal space when it's time to sleep, usually pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms and legs around you like he’s subconsciously making sure you don't disappear while he's sleeping
• if you get restless or wake up he wakes up instantly. he doesn't ask if you’re okay he just starts rubbing your back in slow, rhythmic circles until you drift off again
• he is a human furnace, he pulls you closer to share his body heat until you’re completely warm
• if he has a bad dream he doesn't wake you up. he just tightens his grip on you and take deep breaths. if you wake up, he gives you a sleepy, apologetic smile and kiss your forehead
• before he closes his eyes, he always whispers a very quiet 'good night baby, i love you.' he never skips it
• he takes off his ring and set it on the nightstand right next to your jewelry, it's a symbolic way of saying he’s off duty
• yuta struggles with total silence, it makes him think too much. if the room is too quiet, he might stay awake just to listen to you breathing, finding comfort in the fact that you’re safe and sound right next to him or he open a white noise video like rain sound before he lays down beside you
˚༄ his emotional and mental support is gentle
• since yuta has spent so much of his life carrying heavy emotional burdens, he is very practical about relief. if you are mentally unwell, he silently takes over the functioning part of your life. he tides up the space around you, dims the lights, and brings snacks and something warm to drink and places them within your reach
• he is not the type to offer toxic positivity, having dealt with intense trauma and the literal manifestation of grief, he respects the weight of your feelings. he pulls you into a warm hug and offers reassurances
"you don't have to be okay right now. i'm not going anywhere."
"your mind is being a bit mean to you today, isn't it? that's okay. you don't have to believe what it's saying right now. i'll hold onto the truth for both of us until you’re ready to see it again. you're doing enough just by breathing."
• he knows it's hard to answer questions so he uses a thumb system. thumbs up for okay, middle for tired, down for bad. it allows you to communicate without needing to find words you don't have
• he doesn't pressure you to function, he mirrors your pace. he just lets you be. you wanna sleep? he cuddles you. you only ate two bites? he is happy you ate at all. if you wanna sit in a dark room all day and do nothing, he's perfectly content to sit in the corner with a book in his hand
• if you find comfort in physical touch, he lets you cling to him for as long as you need. he pulls you to himself, cuddling you along with kisses and playing with your hair
• he becomes a very polite but firm wall between you and the rest of the world. if friends text or family calls, he handles it and takes the guilt of disappearing off your shoulders
• if he has to go to a mission when you're having a bad day he gets a little worried
"call me if you need to hear my voice or the room feels too big or... anything. i'll stay on the line."
"i'll be back before you know it, text me how you're doing, yeah?"
˚༄ weekends with him are slow
• weekends with yuta are intentionally slow. gicem how chaotic his professional life is, he treats the two days off as a sacred bubble for the two of you. he isn't one for packed itineraries or loud social gatherings; he wants to reclaim the time he loses to the rest of the world
• saturday is no alarm day, he still wakes up before you but stays tucked behind you, tracing mindless patterns on your arm or the back of your hand, just enjoying the fact that he doesn't have to be anywhere
• since he likes to take care of things, saturday mornings usually involve him making a proper breakfast for the two of you. he is the type to get very focused on the details—making sure the coffee is exactly how you like it or perfecting the fold of an omelet
• if you have things to do during the day, saturday is his support day. he sets up a workspace for you, bring you snacks without you asking, and then sit nearby with a book. he loves the parallel play of being productive in the same room
• saturday nights are for the movies or shows you’ve been meaning to catch up on. yuta is a great person to watch things with because he gets genuinely invested. if you’re watching something like love, death + robots, he wants to talk about the animation or the 'what if' scenarios afterward
• since he is very big on vibes, by 7:00 pm the big lights are off, the candles or warm lamps are on, and the house feels completely separate from the outside world
• sunday is the day for doing nothing. if you want to stay in your pajamas until 4:00 pm he’s right there with you. he makes it feel okay to be unproductive
• you find find him doing the quiet chores—folding the laundry while watching a youtube video, or organizing the bookshelf. he finds these repetitive tasks grounding
• if you join him, it usually turns into a chat session where he opens up more than he does during the busy work week
• in the evening, he has a routine of getting ready for the coming week. though it's not work prep; it’s making sure you are set up. he checks if you have clean clothes, if the fridge is stocked for your lunches, and if you’re feeling mentally ready for monday
˚༄ other yuta-ish things he does that are gentle and loving
• since he spent so much time being isolated, he overcompensates now by being an incredible listener. when you speak, he isn't just waiting for his turn to talk; he watches you with a soft, steady intensity that makes you feel like the only person in the room
• he has a reflexive apology setting. he apologizes for taking up too much space on the couch, for the tea being too hot, or even for you tripping over something he didn't even put there
• when he is relaxed at home, he has a bit of a comfortable slouch—very 'tired student' energy.
• but the second he feels you are in distress or there’s a problem to solve, his posture shifts instantly. his shoulders square, his chin lifts, and the special grade presence comes out even if he’s just going to the kitchen over a weird noise
• his personal belongings are usually very tidy but he has a high tolerance for your mess. he won't nag you to clean; he just silently picks up your discarded socks or organize your scattered script pages into a neat pile while you’re in the shower
• he has a subtle routine of checking the locks and the windows before going to bed. it's not paranoia; it’s a deeply ingrained protective instinct. he only truly relaxes once he knows the perimeter of your safe space is secure
• he checks in often, not in an annoying way but a genuine one. he's hyper aware of your comfort level
"are you sure you're warm enough?"
"do you wanna eat a bit more?"
• he struggles with overly complicated smart-home tech or trendy apps. he prefers physical things like paper books
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˖*࿐ GOJO SATORU AS A BF
⊹ warnings: fem!reader, nsfw part
• the strongest sorcerer doesn't do anything halfway so being in a relationship with gojo means both of you're in deep
• he is incredibly tactile and has zero shame, he is insufferable in public. he always drapes an arm over your shoulders, hooks a thumb in your belt loop, or rests his chin on your head to make sure everyone knows you're with him
• he loves showing you off. he intentionally strikes up conversations with strangers or acquaintances just to introduce you, he loves the look of realization on people’s faces when they see that the strongest is actually devoted to someone. he brags about your even the smallest accomplishments and skills
• he always checks if you're watching him when he does something cool, you complimenting him is his fuel
• he is big on indirect claims. he makes sure you’re wearing either his oversized hoodie or a piece of his jewelry. on dates he spends the whole time feeding you bites of whatever he's eating or fixing your hair, making sure his hands are constantly on or near you
• in crowded spaces, he subtly expands his infinity just enough so that people can't bump into you or push past you
• he takes you on spontaneous trips. since he can teleport, distance isn't a factor. you wake up thinking it's a normal tuesday and end up watching the sunset from the top of a mountain half a world away
• he loves bad horror movies and even worse romcoms. he provides a running commentary the entire time, making fun of the plot holes, but he is also the first one to get emotional if the ending is actually sweet
• you're what grounds him, for someone so powerful and isolated love isn't easy. you're the the one that reminds him that he is not alone, he doesn't have to carry everything by himself and he can just exist
• you have the softest moments ever that no one sees
• late nights are his favorite, whe’s tired his cocky mask slips and he gets real with you
• in those late nights he lies next to you, quieter than usual, traces random patterns on your skin and talks about things he never tells anyone else
• you are one of the very few people who has the chance to see him being just a human
• you rarely have to explain yourself because he just gets it
• asks you if you missed him but it means he missed you
• he sleeps better when you're with him
• his tone changes when it’s just you two, lower, calmer, more honest and it's a side of him almost no one else gets to see
• he lets himself be vulnerable and for someone like gojo that's something massive, he admits when he's tired and trusts you with the parts he hides from everyone else, being with you is like rest for him
• gojo makes your life so much easier without ever pointing it out, he moves things out of your way, fixes problems before you even notice them and handles annoying stuff so you don’t have to, he's more than happy to make things easier for you
• when his infinity is active (which it almost always is for his own mental processing) you are the only person who can touch him. he specifically arranged it to recognize your cursed energy signature, heat and touch
• and when you are truly alone—behind the locked doors of his high-end penthouse or deep in the blankets—he doesn't just whitelist you; he shuts it down, it's a sign of ultimate 'i love you' for someone like him
• he is overprotective. gojo doesn't just protect you when things go wrong, he rearranges reality so they never go wrong in the first place
• even when he is not with you, he is aware of you. he can sense your cursed energy signature from incredible distances. if your heart rate spikes or your energy wavers in a way that suggests fear, he is there in the blink of an eye
• he probably has a few low level sorcerers keeping a distant, respectful eye on you when he is on overseas missions just in case
• if something can actually manage to threaten you, he doesn't just get angry in the traditional sense. he gets quiet, his blindfold comes off and the air in the room becomes physically heavy—enough to make it hard for others to breathe.
• even if you are a sorcerer when he fights to protect you, he is surgical. he doesn't let you see the mess. he covers your eyes or tell you to 'wait in the car for five minutes' and when he comes back, the threat is simply gone
• he walks slow so you can catch up to him
• he always listens to you with his full focus even when it's not that important, he might get distracted and joke around but later he brings up something you said weeks ago and remembers the details you forgot you even told him
• even in a room full of people he stands where you can see, positions himself near you in the most natural way and he tracks where you are, you're always in his awareness zone
• sometimes he comes home and he just throws himself on you as a sign of wanting to be babied and taken care of when he needs comfort or had a rough day
• he is always aware of your surroundings, calculating potential dangers and things that could make you uncomfortable, he positions himself subtly between you and everything so nothing gets close to you
• he makes you feel safe without doing anything specific, with someone like him, safety isn’t loud but it’s constant
• using gojo as a personal atm and wallet is a hobby he actively encourages. he has an infinite supply of money and an even more infinite desire to see you happy (and to show off) so he doesn't just let you use his card, he practically forces it into your hand
• he doesn't do budgets, he doesn't look at price tags or bills and he doesn't want you to either. if you’re going out without him, he’ll slide his credit card into your pocket or bag with a wink.
"don't come back until you've spent enough to make the bank call me with a fraud alert babe."
• you could buy 5 designer bags, a high-end espresso machine, or a literal horse and he doesn't blink. he only has two questions when you get back
"did you have fun?"
"why didn't you buy it in three different colors?"
• if you take him shopping with you he buys everything your gaze lingers on more than five seconds, if you can't choose between two colors he buys both. he doesn't even look at the bill, he just hands over his black card
• sits on the most expensive chair in the store, sunglasses pushed up, acting like a judge at paris fashion week. he insists you try on things too sexy just because he wants to see you in them
• he leans into the sugardaddy jokes with zero shame because he finds it hilarious, sometimes he definitely is loud enough for the people around to hear
"another designer bag? my, my... you're going to run me dry at this rate. good thing i'm so hardworking, right?"
• he has only one rule for using the gojo wallet: for every item he buys you, he demands a payment in the form of a kiss, a hug, or you sharing your dessert with him
• it's completely no strings attached in a financial sense but all strings attached in an emotional sense. he wants to be your provider because it reinforces his role as the one person who can give you the world and he wants to provide the best of everything for his favorite person
• he does things without you having to ask like bringing coffee, making dinner, fixing the broken things in your house
• your opinion always matter the most to him
• his love for you is highly intense in every aspect possible for gojo, he lives the intensity internally but you can still see it easily in his behaviors, the way he talks to you and the way he looks at you
• he is always extra gentle with you because the thought of hurting you even the slightest by accident terrifies him
• when he is clingy he follows you around, interrupts your focus generally by leaning into your eyesight, resting his chin on your shoulder or starts talking about literally nothing
• gojo is romantic in a bold, teasing, almost dramatic way, he treats love like something fun, exciting, and a little chaotic
• his love feels like being pulled into his orbit
• says things that hit way too deep in the most casual way
"you're safe with me, obviously." he says it like it's a fact, not a promise
" you always come back to me anyway." he says in a playful, teasing tone but there's something possessive underneath it
"you're mine to worry about." he says with a grin but it lands deep
• he randomly shows up to see you even when he's busy
• he demands your attention in lowkey ways like staring at you until you stare back and calling you just to remind you that he's there
• he gets quieter when he really needs you, his clinginess isn’t always loud
• he doesn't like it when other people fix your problems, it's only and only his duty
• he takes you to places without telling you where
• sometimes he says something too real but the plays it off immediately
"i feel calmer when you're around." he pauses "which is weird... must be your cursed energy."
"if something happened to you..." he stops mid-sentence "i'd be seriously inconvenienced."
• he chooses you again and again everyday, coming back to you after exhausting days, includes you in his world and always makes time for you in a life that's already really intense
• pokes your cheek, tapsy our nose and flicks your forehead lightly when you're literally just existing
• he takes your phone and holds it above your head, drinks your drink while making eye contact and drops his head on you like you’re his pillow
• he annoys you nonstop and when you snap he goes into fake innocence mode
• he says things that hit hard pretending that he thinks you're asleep when he knows in fact you're not just so he can say things that are difficult for him to say directly
“i'm supposed to be fine on my own. i was, before you."
“you're allowed to fall apart. i'll catch you."
"you're the only thing that actually makes me worried."
"you make me feel things I don’t usually let happen.”
“i chose you. i don’t say that lightly.”
“i'm yours more than I meant to be.”
"i don't know how i'd handle it if i lost you, i can deal with anything just... not that tho."
“you make me forget that i'm supposed to be untouchable.”
“right by your side is the only place i don’t feel like i always have to be the strongest.”
• loves teasing you in front of others. nicknames at the worst times and in front of people who have never heard him talk like that, someone asks you something and before you answer he answers for you or adds a detail only he would know
• sometimes it isn’t even words, he just stares at you while someone else is talking, waits until you notice then smirks like he won something
• he teases you but the second someone else tries it his tone shifts and he subtly but sharply shuts it down, only he gets to mess with you
• he loves taking care of you, when your energy is low, his behavior shifts completely, he turns into quieter tone, softer movements and instead of all the teasing he loves to do he becomes the softest person in the world
• he gets quiet after saying something real and honest
• he is extra clingy after being apart, ife hasn’t seen you all day he pulls you in immediately, doesn’t let go for a while and stays closer than usual
• he makes your phone blow up with texts and blurry funny photos of him cause he gets bored easily and you're his favorite kind of entertainment
"you ate?"
"text me when you get there"
"wifey wyd??"
"wanna come home. missed you"
"look at the shape of this leaf, DUHH."
• he pulls you closer when you need him, stays near when you need grounding and gives you the 'i'm here' look
• kisses your lips or forehead mid-conversation without saying anything
• his favorite cuddling positions are you against his chest and his arm around you like it belongs there and messy cuddling with legs intertwined
• gojo's jealousy is a contradiction. since he is the strongest, he doesn't experience the typical insecurity of wondering if he’s enough. his jealousy stems from a deep seated sense of monopoly. he is used to the world bending to his will and he views your time and attention as his exclusive domain
• his most common reaction is the pouty phase, he physically inserts himself into the conversation, often leaning down to eye level between you and the other person and might make light of the other person’s efforts to impress you by using his quick wit to make them feel small without being openly aggressive
• when the jealousy moves past annoyed and into genuinely possessive the atmosphere changes, people who aren't even involved feel the sudden drop in temperature
• he stops talking. he just stands back, arms crossed, watching the interaction through sunglasses. even with his eyes blocked he makes the other person feel lile a predator's watching them
• he walks up and put his hand on the back of your neck or pull you flush against his side. it's a silent, heavy claim. he doesn’t need to say 'she's mine' cause his body language screams it
• if you call him out on it he playfully (altough rare sometimes truthfully) accepts it
"oh, so you think i'm being possessive? maybe i just like reminding everyone who you’re going home with. is that a crime?"
"if i'm being territorial it’s only because you’re the only thing in this world i actually feel like keeping to myself. can you really blame a guy?"
"i'm not used to sharing. especially not the things that make me feel human so yeah, i was jealous. sue me."
• if someone actually tries to cross a line or disrespects your boundaries, the playful gojo vanishes entirely, he becomes frighteningly calm. his voice drops an octave and loses all its melodic teasing. he doesn't even need to cause a scene; he just says something so cuttingly arrogant and true that the other person feels an immediate urge vanish
• arguing with gojo is an exercise in extreme patience. since he spent his entire life being untouchable both physically and socially, he doesn't handle conflict like a normal person. he doesn't fight so much as he evades which can be both infuriating and strangely endearing
• his first instinct is to keep things light. he hates heavy, negative atmospheres so if you try to start a serious conversation he tries to joke his way out of it
• when the argument gets real and he can’t joke his way out he tends to shut down, he puts up a mental barrier. he becomes physically present but emotionally distant
• if the tension gets too high, he literally vanishes for a few hours just to let the air clear. he needs space to process because he’s not used to feeling like he’s 'losing' or wrong
• despite his ego, gojo's deeply observant so he eventually realizes how angry or bothered you are. at that phase he starts actually listening to you cause he realizes that it isn't something he can win and he's hurt you
• so he listens to you while looking like he’s not paying attention but he’s actually analyzing every word. if he realizes he’s genuinely hurt you, his attitude drops instantly
• he is terrible at saying 'i'm sorry' with words so he apologizes through actions, he fixes the mistake to prove he cares
• he can’t stay mad at you for long he gets bored and lonely too easily. he comes back into the room like nothing happened, carrying your favorite drink in hand. he lingers, poking you or leaning against you until you acknowledge him
• even though he doesn't say it out loud your words have a deep effect on him, what you say to him matters more than you think, you're one of the very few people who can reassure or upset him by merely composing a few sentences
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• his approach to physical intimacy is a mix of absolute indulgence, sensory overload, and a surprising amount of vulnerability
• because of the six eyes his perception of you is incredibly detailed—he notices the way your pulse quickens in your neck, the slight flush of your skin, and the exact moment your breath hitches. It makes him an unnervingly attentive lover because he knows exactly what you’re feeling before you even say it
• gojo is naturally a top in personality—he is used to being in control. he likes to dictate the pace and enjoys the feeling of you being completely overwhelmed by him
• conversely cause he carries the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, there are rare nights where he wants the opposite. he might want you to take control, to ground him, and to be the one force he can't manipulate. letting someone else handle him is the ultimate form of trust in his perspective
• gojo is obsessed with the effect he has on you. he cares more about your pleasure but primarily because your reaction is the mirror he uses to admire himself
• to him if you aren't screaming from pleasure then he isn't being 'the strongest'. he doesn't just want you to feel good; he wants you to be incapable of functioning because of him
• it's a generous top energy. he spends hours making sure you're completely wrecked but he does it so that at the end of the night, he can look at you and think, 'yeah i did that. i'm incredible.'
• he definitely isn't above using his speed or small scale blue to reposition you or himself in a heartbeat. it makes the experience feel dizzying and unpredictable
• when gojo is between your legs, he treats it like a masterpiece in progress. he doesn't just want to make you feel good; he wants to be the best you’ve ever had
• he is aware of the the exact flow of your energy. he knows exactly where to focus before you even realize a spot feels good
• he pulls you to the very edge of the bed so your legs are draped over his shoulders, or he has you lay flat while he kneels between your thighs, spreading them wide with his large hands. he lingers there for a second. just looking, making you wait until you’re practically squirming
• since he can see the exact density of nerves and the flow of blood he find your most sensitive spots instantly
• he doesn't just go fast; he is incredibly methodical. he starts with slow, broad swirls of his tongue to get you sensitive, then narrow his focus to a single point with terrifying accuracy
• gojo's hands are never idle while he’s down there. he wraps his hands firmly around your mid thighs or the backs of your knees, pinning your legs in place so you can’t pull away when the sensation gets too much
• if you try to push his head away because it's 'too much' he just tightens his hold on your legs and look up at you with a defiant, glowing blue stare, silently telling you that he decides when he's done
• he loves it when you reach down and pull his hair. it grounds him. he tilts his head into your touch, encouraging you to use his hair as a handle while he works
• he stares directly at you the entire time. he wants to see the exact moment you lose control of your own body. to him, that loss of composure is the highest form of flattery
• he loses it when you cum on his face, he views it as the ultimate physical proof of his power over you
• when he feels you starting to go over the edge, he won't pull back. he goes harder, using his fingers and tongue in tandem to ensure you have no choice but to break
• when you get there he drinks you. and he goes for the second one before you can even catch your breath. he makes you cum on his face at least a few times before you start begging him to fuck you
"look at that... look what you did for me. you're practically overflowing, aren't you baby?"
"good girl... stay just like that. don't move a muscle, i'll make you cum on my face until all you can remember is my name."
"how many has it been? 4?i want all of it. show me exactly how much you like what i'm doing to you."
• he is a sucker for both giving and receiving praise. he wants to hear that he is the best you’ve ever had (which he already knows but wants to hear you say it when you're panting under him) and he spends the entire time telling you how beautiful, perfect, and 'his' you are
• gojo is a talker. he likes to whisper exactly what he’s doing to you, how much he’s enjoying it and how good you’re being for him. he switches between sweet, melodic praise and arrogant, possessive commentary without missing a beat
• since he is so often detached from the world via his technique, he craves friction. he wants you to be rough with him—scratch his back, pull his hair, bite his shoulder, squeeze his wrist when you need something to ground you from the immense pleasure
• one of his biggest turn ons is when you take initiative with his blindfold or glasses. if you’re the one to reach up and pull them off to look him in the eye, it signals to him that you aren't intimidated by his power
• if you him how much he’s affecting you, that he’s 'too much' or that you 'can't take it' it only makes him want to go harder. he thrives on the vocal confirmation that he is your entire world in that moment
• he spends his life making decisions for everyone else so he absolutely loves it when you catch him off guard—pushing him onto the bed, taking the lead, or surprising him with a specific request
• given his height, his insane stamina and his six eyes needing to see every single micro-expression you make, his favorite positions are all about visual access and total physical enclosure
• so one of his top 3 favorites is missionary. despite his arrogant persona, gojo is a sucker for eye contact. he wants to see the exact moment you lose focus and get lost
• he puts his large hands under your thighs or lower back to pull you even tighter against him, eliminating every millimeter of space. he wants to feel your heartbeat against his chest and the heat of your skin without any interference from infinity. he goes crazy when you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him even closer to you
• since he is looking down at you with six eyes uncovered, this position gives him the best view of your ruin. he watches the way your expression fractures when he picks up the pace. seeing your legs shake or tighten around his waist as you reach your limit is a massive ego boost for him
• if you struggle to keep your grip he leans down and whisper something arrogant. since he is looking directly into your eyes, he’s focused on your immediate, raw reactions. his voice is usually melodic but heavy with ego
"don't you dare look away from me. i want to see exactly how those eyes look when you're this close to breaking."
"does it feel like the whole world is disappearing baby? good. that's how it’s supposed to feel when i'm with you."
• he interlaces his fingers with yours, pinning your hands to the pillow while your legs are locked around him. it's a total enclosure strategy—you are physically surrounded by him in every direction, it makes you feel like you’re inside his domain expansion where everything he does is a sure hit
• even after he is finished, he stays right there, keeping you locked in that position. he wraps his long arms around you and just breathe, enjoying the quiet cause it's the ultimate 'mine' moment like he finally has you exactly where he wants you—completely intertwined with him, where his power doesn't matter and only his physical connection with you does
• second is you on his lap facing him. he sprawls while he's sitting in a large armchair or on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide to make a space specifically for you
• he hooks a finger in your belt loop or wrap a hand around your wrist to pull you toward him. there's no asking, it’s an invitation that feels like a command
• when you sit facing him, your knees are tucked outside his hips and even then, he still has to look up at you slightly or lean back to see your face. he loves this view; it’s one of the few times he feels like he’s worshipping you as much as he’s dominating the space
• his hands are never still. they are either firmly on your waist or one hand is buried in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat so he can kiss your neck
• since your faces are so close, his voice drops into that low, vibrating register that feels like it’s echoing in your chest
"you look so good sitting here baby. like you were made just to fit in my lap."
"wrap your arms around my neck. tighter. i want to feel every bit of you. there we go... that's my girl."
"you have no idea what you do to me. every inch of you... i could spend a hundred years exploring this and i'd still want more."
• gojo spends 99% of his life not being touched by anything so his lap, he wants the total opposite
• he wants you to move. he encourages you to grind against him, his hands guiding your hips to find the rhythm he wants. he loves the sound of your breath hitching every time he pulls you down harder against his dick
• while he is the one sitting under you, make no mistake—he is the one in control. if you try to pull away or go too fast, his grip on your waist tightens instantly, pinning you in place
• he likes the illusion of you being on top, but he frequently reminds you who 'the strongest' is by lifting you effortlessly or repositioning you without even using his hands, just sheer physical strength
• he doesn't let you get up after. keeps you right there in his lap, your head resting on his shoulder while he plays with your hair. he acts like he’s gone into a trance, ignoring any phone calls or missions that might come his way
• the last one is prone bone, the ultimate expression of his possessiveness. it's the position that best utilizes his 190cm frame to physically claim every inch of space you occupy. in this position, he isn't just a lover; he is an all-encompassing force of nature
• he doesn't stay propped up on his elbows for long. he flattens his entire heavy, lean torso against your back. he wants to feel your spine pressing into his chest and your shoulder blades moving against his skin since he has a deep seated hunger for full body friction
• he is surprisingly solid. he likes to let his full weight settle on you, pinning you into the mattress so you can't move an inch without his permission. it's his way of saying 'i have you, and the rest of the world doesn't exist right now.'
• he watches the goosebumps rise on your skin and the way the muscles in your lower back tense, he can see your pleasure before you even feel it. he loves kissing and biting your shoulder and the back of your neck, spots he can look at the next day and smirk about
• his hands are large and incredibly strong. He uses them to anchor you to the bed. he reaches forward, stretching his long arms past your shoulders to find your hands. he laces his fingers with yours and pin your arms straight out above your head. it makes you feel completely exposed and vulnerable, which is exactly the dynamic he thrives on
• if you try to arch away or change the rhythm, his hands will fly to your hip bones. his grip is firm—not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know that he is the one directing the pace
• cause his chest is pressed against your back, his voice travels directly through your bones. he whispers. his voice drops into a gravelly, vibrating, raspy tone. he talks about how good you feel, how small you are compared to him, and how he’s never letting you go
"just breathe for me. i got you. you don't have to do anything but be right here and take all of this."
"tell me you want more. say it. i wanna hear you admit that i'm the only one who can make you feel like this."
"you're already shaking this much?"
"mine.. completely mine. say it back to me. say you're mine."
"look at your hands gripping the sheets darling. you're trying so hard to hold on to something but the only thing you’ve got is me."
• he is not above using a tiny, localized application of his technique to enhance the sensation. making the physical connection feel impossibly tight and inescapable. it creates a dizzying sensation of being pulled into him, blurring the lines of where you end and he begins
• after, he doesn't move. he stays collapsed on top of you, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily. he keeps your hands pinned or your fingers laced for a long time afterward
• if you try to roll over to catch your breath, he just groans and squeezes you tighter, effectively using you as a mattress
• he loves receiving head. (not as much as making you scream with his tongue though) cause he's basically a man who is used to the world revolving around him
• he leans back against the headboard or deep in an armchair, long legs spread wide, arms draped over the back of the seat. he pushes his sunglasses up or drop his blindfold to his neck. he wants to watch you entirely focus on him
• he loves burying his fingers in your hair. it starts gently, but as he gets closer to his limit, his grip tightens. he uses your hair as a handle to tilt your head or pull you closer
• he is not passive. he uses his hand to guide your chin or press firmly against the back of your neck. not about force—it’s about him wanting to feel every bit of the friction and heat you’re providing
• gojo's aftercare is a fascinating mix of clinging like a giant cat and absolute, high end pampering. once 'the strongest' ego has been fed by your reactions, he shifts into a mode that is surprisingly soft, domestic, and incredibly expensive
• he doesn't do space after sex. because he spends his life behind the barrier of infinity he wants zero distance
• he collapses his 190cm frame directly on top of you or pull you into his chest so tightly you’re practically fused. he wraps his long limbs around you like a human cage, tucking his head into your neck or yours into his
• if you try to get up he groans and squeeze you tighter, even if his phone is vibrating with mission alerts, he ignores the higher-ups for you
"and where do you think you’re going? i'm not letting you move."
"you're just gonna leave me here after i made you cum 7 times??? that's mean, don't you dare."
• if you’re both a mess (he still wants to cuddle anyway but if you really wanna clean up) he uses his technique to teleport both of you directly into a pre filled, steaming hot bathtub
• he washes you himself. he's very gentle, using ridiculously expensive soaps and shampoos. he treats your body like a fragile masterpiece that he—and only he—is allowed to handle
• he transitions back into spoiling you mode. he knows you’re exhausted so he pulls out his phone and order the most ridiculous, high end takeout available at 3:00 am—think wagyu sliders, omakase and the softest serve ice creams
• his voice loses the sharp, arrogant edge and becomes soft, hushed, and incredibly intimate.
• he keeps his eyes uncovered, just watching you sleep or breathe. this is the kind of time he truly lets his guard down, when it's just you and him
• he whispers things into your hair
"you have no idea how quiet my head gets when i'm holding you like this. it's the only time the six eyes actually let me rest."
"you're so small in my arms... it's cute. i feel like i could just swallow you whole."
" i used to think being the strongest meant being alone... but then i found you. and now i think being the strongest just means i have the power to keep you safe from everything."
• he traces the marks he left on your skin (those bites on your nape or the fingerprints on your thighs) with a look of pure, quiet pride. he likes seeing the physical evidence that you belong to him.
• your chest is his favorite place to hide. after the intensity of sex, he often collapses there, ear pressed to your heart, listening to it settle. in those moments, he is not the god of the jujutsu world. he is just a man who is deeply and desperately in love with his partner
• if you’re feeling overstimulated or shaky, he becomes the ultimate protector. he pulls the covers over both of you, creating a little domain where nothing can touch you
@/satoruinthehouse's work, do not translate/copy on other apps and platforms
· they lose their s/o's cursed energy ft. gojo, yuta, megumi
⊹ they stop feeling her cursed energy during a dangerous mission and think she's dead but she comes back home to them ⊹ warnings: fem!reader, injuries, mention of death, hurt/comfort
gojo knew the exact moment things gone wrong. not visually, no but your cursed energy didn't just weaken. it dissappeared completely, he couldn't reach it. and for a fraction of a moment, the world felt quiet in a way it shouldn’tve. that fraction of a moment didn't end, that's what he stood with. and in that fraction of a moment he moved. didn’t think. didn't calculate, didn't accept. almost like he broke every rule he enforced on himself. and stopped only because it came back. barely.
so when he’s waiting by the door, he’s not relaxed, not pretending this time.
he's still. too still
the kind of stillness that comes right before something irreversible.
then you walk in, alive. and he just stares.
because what he's seeing and what he felt doesn't match at all.
he steps forward slowly, his gaze lingering over every injury, every single sign that you forced your way through something that should’ve stopped you.
he takes a step closer.
"i lost you."
not 'i couldn't feel you.'
not softened.
lost.
his eyes lock onto yours, searching for anything that proves you're not about to drop right in front of him.
"do you understand what that means?”
quiet, low.
"do you have any idea what that one moment did to me?"
not anger, something heavier.
something he controlled so tightly it almost feels worse that he did.
your body falters toward him and suddenly that control snaps.
he pulls you into him hard.
no space, no hesitation. no softness at first, unable to think how the force of his movements hurt you.
he locks one arm around your back, the other at the back of your head, pressing you into between his chest and shoulder like he’s physically keeping you from slipping out of existence again.
like you'd dissappear again at that moment if he lets go.
"don't you ever—"
he stops. because what he was about to say isn’t something he can take back.
his grip on you tightens instead.
"say it."
it's quiet and lands like an order.
“say you’re here.”
because he doesn’t trust it yet, doesn't trust what he sees.
"satoru..."
his name is all that your strength can afford.
he exhales slowly, but it’s not calming, it’s restraint being forced back into its place.
he presses your head harder into his shoulder like he’s anchoring you in his arms.
“you don’t get to disappear on me.”
barely above a whisper.
but it lands heavier than anything loud.
and when he finally pulls back just enough to look at you again his expression is fixed, his beautiful eyes are no longer full of pure pain and disbelief.
except his hand is still on you.
and his thumb barely consciously presses against your wrist.
on your pulse point, checking. still there, still real.
still his to protect.
later? he smiles again. talks like nothing happened, goes back to being the strongest.
just because you came back, barely.
still, a line was crossed in that fraction of a moment and no one could take it back.
he told himself over and over again that you came back to him so he was untouchable again.
but the thing is, whatever made him feel that absence?
that impossible fraction of a moment you were just gone?
he doesn’t let things like that happen twice.
yuta felt it drop. and for a few minutes he thought that was it. that the connection was gone. that you were dead. that everlasting few minutes were the worst thing that ever happened to him. and in just a fraction of a second at the beginning of those few minutes something in him broke loose hard enough that if someone had tried to stop him they wouldn’t have been able to.
so when the door opens, he’s already halfway there.
then he sees you.
and the relief doesn’t come clean, it crashes into everything else he's felt until that moment.
“no."
only one word slips out, he's panting like he's been holding his breath the whole time.
because you look like you shouldn’t be standing. like you forced something that already ended, that should've ended.
he reaches you and his hands shake when they grab your arms.
“what did you do?”
not accusatory, disoriented, terrified.
“you were gone.”
his voice breaks on that word.
gone.
“i couldn’t feel you at all.”
his grip tightens without him noticing.
“do you know what that did to me?”
that's the part that slips out unfiltered. too raw, too honest, too vulnerable.
when you stumble he catches you immediately, almost dropping on the floor with you to keep you steady.
because he feels weak, like the experience of losing you drained all the strength in his body and it's coming back only slowly now as he's certain of your prescence in his arms.
he kneels in front of you, checking everything, missing nothing but going over it again and again like it could've stopped what almost happened.
"i felt you vanish, baby i—"
his words trip over each other. he keeps checking you, holding you right there with him.
“you don’t come back from that every time.”
quiet now, but worse.
he rests his forehead against your shoulder for a second but it’s enough to show how close he is to losing control.
"i can't—"
he stops. swallows it. and then he tries again.
"i can’t go through that again.”
not anger, not a request.
it's a limit.
a limit that would break everything inside him if violated.
a limit if crossed that would completely shatter him.
and after that, he doesn’t loosen his grip, not even a little.
fushiguro megumi didn't move. didn’t distract himself. he stood in the same spot the entire time like if he moved, he’d miss it. that exact second. the one where your cursed energy would either stabilize or not. and when it dropped he didn’t react. not outwardly. but something inside him broke. because the drop wasn’t gradual. it was sudden. clean. final. the kind of drop that didn't recover. so he adjusted. that was the version of reality he was holding when the door opened.
he looks up and sees you. alive. blood where there shouldn’t be.
but nothing in his expression changes, his brain rejects the idea, it doesn’t match the conclusion he already reached.
“took you long enough.”
low, flat, no softness.
he takes a step forward, slowly like you'll dissappear if he moves wrong, trying to understand how you can stand right there in front of him.
“you dropped completely.”
his gaze sharpens slightly.
“that doesn’t reverse.”
you take a step towards him, unstable. you falter.
"meg—"
that’s when he moves, fast.
he catches you before you fully lose balance, grip firm around your arm, holding you upright. too firm, almost harsh.
he guides you down to immediately, one hand pressing lightly but insistently at your shoulder to keep you seated.
"stay, don't move."
he doesn't ask, he doesn't give space. his voice is tighter now, lower, even more broken.
he drops in front of you and starts to tend your injuries. he moves fast, precise, no wasted motions.
but the precision is too sharp, edges of control cutting through every movement like a blade. like the only thing it takes for him to lose it was just one inaccurate move.
“what were you thinking?"
it's not loud but it’s not neutral either. it's in somewhere in between controlled anger and uncontrollable fear.
he presses into the wound that should've killed you and stops the bleeding but doesn’t release you. his hand stays there.
like he needs confirmation you're not slipping again.
“you crossed your limit.”
a heartbeat.
“you knew that.”
another.
he's not even looking at you.
“you went anyway.”
then quieter, lower, more dangerous than anything raised until now falls from his lips.
“you decided that alone.”
and that’s where it shifts, not into anger but into something deeper and colder.
he finishes wrapping the injury, his hands gradually slow, not from hesitation, but because the control is too difficult to get a hold of and it's harder to keep everything contained.
“i felt you disappear.”
flat, not emotional. which makes it worse. he pauses for a long moment.
“don’t ever do that again.”
it should sound like concern but it doesn’t.
it sounds like a line that mustn't be crossed.
he finally looks up and there’s something off in his eyes. not panic, not relief. distance.
it's like a part of him already processed your loss and hasn’t fully come back yet.
“If you’re going to break like that—”
he stops. shuts himself up because the rest of it isn’t something he can say without meaning it.
silence stretches, heavy, unresolved. then he throws off the bandages and sits back slightly but doesn’t leave your side.
he leans his back against the couch and pulls you to himself from your back, seating you on the gap between his legs and leans the back of your head on his shoulder
he grabs your wrist, and his fingers rest on your pulse. his touch isn't gentle, not soft, just steady and certain.
because until he feels that rhythm himself he’s not trusting what he sees or calculates.
not again if it means losing you twice.
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jujutsu kaisen masterlist ━ ˊ.⊹⊱✫⊰⊹˚
gojo satoru
⊹ gojo satoru as a boyfriend ↝ gojo satoru boyfriend headcanons
⊹ adrift ↝ a kinda unconventional aquarium date
⊹ losing their s/o's cursed energy ↝ they lose their s/o's cursed energy while she's on a mission ft gojo, yuta, megumi
⊹ comforting their s/o after a rough mission ↝ they comfort their s/o after she comes back from a rough misson ft gojo, megumi
⊹ domestic life w jjk men ↝ domestic life ft gojo, yuta
⊹ jjk men w a raver/edm gf ↝ they have a raver/edm gf ft gojo, yuta, megumi, itadori
⊹ taking care of their gf w pcos on her period ↝ they take care of their gf with pcos on her period ft gojo, yuta, megumi, itadori
fushiguro megumi
⊹ losing their s/o's cursed energy ↝ they lose their s/o's cursed energy while she's on a mission ft gojo, yuta, megumi
⊹ comforting their s/o after a rough mission they comfort their s/o after she comes back from a rough misson ft gojo, megumi
⊹ the club incident ↝ clubbing with protective!megumi [req]
⊹ ragebaiting megumi
⊹ home | nsfw ↝ megumi comes back from a long mission during which he realized he misses you when he is away
⊹ jjk men with a raver/edm gf ↝ they have a raver/edm gf ft gojo, yuta, megumi, itadori
⊹ taking care of their gf w pcos on her period ↝ they take care of their gf with pcos on her period ft gojo, yuta, megumi, itadori
okkotsu yuta
⊹ losing their s/o's cursed energy ↝ they lose their s/o's cursed energy while she's on a mission ft gojo, yuta, megumi
⊹ domestic life w jjk men ↝ domestic life ft gojo, yuta
⊹ promise ring | nsfw ↝ you wear yuta's promise ring during sex
⊹ jjk men with a raver/edm gf ↝ they take care of their gf with pcos on her period ft gojo, yuta, megumi, itadori
⊹ taking care of their gf w pcos on her period ↝ they take care of their gf with pcos on her period ft gojo, yuta, megumi, itadori
itadori yuuji
⊹ jjk men with a raver/edm gf ↝ they have a raver/edm gf ft gojo, yuta, megumi, itadori
⊹ taking care of their gf w pcos on her period ↝ they take care of their gf with pcos on her period ft gojo, yuta, megumi, itadori